So many of my childhood memories are weather related. I grew up in Seattle, so you’re probably thinking “rain”, but that actually rarely figures in. I remember hot summer days when we would get to turn on the sprinkler, running through it, jumping over the spray, watching the water glisten on the grass and trickle down our skin. I remember the rare winter days when there would be enough snow to pull out our sleds and half scrape/half glide down the nearest hilly street. (These were sleds with runners; the p … (read more)
