When I was a kid, snow was not the enemy. I lived in a time that is almost unrecognizable to many who now live in snow country. It might take a little explaining, but I’ll try and do it quickly. My elementary school (L. J. Muir, Bountiful, Utah) sat at the base of a long, steep, wonderful grass hill that leveled out into a flat field. In the winter it became the perfect spot to go tubing. We would drag our inner tubes to the sch...
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