I used to love snow. I loved sledding in the snow. I loved snowball fights. I loved eating snow. I loved riding ATV's in the snow. I loved the way trees looked with snow resting upon their branches. I loved shoveling snow for thirty bucks a driveway. Today, I only enjoy snow if I know it is preventing something I do not want to happen, such as school or work or a flight. Otherwise, I think snow is a pointless nuisance. This is growing up.