I have had a conversion experience.
I now like snow. Yes, this suburban boy, raised in the comforts of temperate weather and indoor conveniences actually likes the snow. I like snow ball fights. I like snow wrestling. I even like putting on snow chains! Go figure. And I’m sure I’d like snow football.
Not sure if I can say the same about my son. He stared at the snow like a boy stares at a nude woman (or someone in a wheelchair). But the moment I set him down in the snow, he cried to be picked up again. I laid him down to make a snow angel, but he cried like the devil. I tried bringing some snow to his face, but turned away in fright. No worries. He will one day convert.
I still don’t like the woods though. I bit dirty for my tastes. Forgive me, Lord. Your creation is still good. It’s just not good for me. Cus, you know, it’s all about me.