This is me somewhere around 1985. I was actually holding a piece of toast, but I didn't think that would look as good on a layout, so I replaced it with one of Jennifer's snowflakes.
We don't get snow often, and whenever it snows we have to drive a few hours to experience it. This was my boys first experience with snow, and they had totally different reactions. Clinton hated this new cold, wet experience, and decided that if he cannot eat it there is no use for it. Donovan on the other hand had a blast he decorated trees, made a snowman and peppered his dad with snowballs.



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