Filed under: USA
Mothers always want you to put a sweater on or come inside when you’re a kid playing outside and having the most fun. And they’ll be shrieking some ridiculous things at you such as “you’ll catch your death of cold!” It’s because Mom is indoors chatting with friends, and if she were outside, she’d be cold. But you, you’re a kid, running around and keeping warm. You don’t need a damn sweater, and you sure don’t want to come inside just when things are getting interesting.
My childhood days are long gone. These days it’s more likely arthritis or an old injury that’ll send me back indoors, not so much the cold. Unless it’s really, really cold. On this day, I happily slogged around in the snow as long as I wanted. I was wearing canvas shoes, which of course got my feet wet. Not only did I not catch my death, I didn’t even catch the sniffles. Another old wives’ tale shot to hell.
First published on Alexandria Daily Photo January 28.
