Memories of growing up in the South

When you’re 10 years old, you think you will be 10 forever. I remember winters as a kid in South Carolina. It didn’t often get down to freezing and rarely snowed. If a large puddle froze solid we would do our version of “ice skating”. Twisting and turning with our sneakers. Kids down there don't have ice skates. Our imaginations ran wild. It worked, OK? If it snowed that decade we would build our 2 or 3 foot snowman from our 3-5” of precip. School was cancelled and we thought we were experiencing blizzard. I recall that if the temperature got down into the 50s we thought we were freezing. At 40s we were bundled up like Eskimos. At 30 we would put sandwich bags over feet to keep them dry and hopefully warm. And that was over at least two pairs of socks!