hello, snow
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Today we took Kenny up Grouse Mountain in Vancouver. It was his first experience with snow.
He doesn't like wearing the heavy-duty gloves that his Oma and Opa gave him, so when he started playing with the snow he immediately wanted them off. Then of course his hands got cold and he started to complain.
After a while, though, things settled down and he was soon playing around on the stuff like he'd never known anything different. Already forgotten were Miyazaki's palm trees, bamboo, and monkeys.
He also got to witness his first up-close helicopter take-off, which fascinated him until the downdraft from the rotor caused snow to fly in his face at which point he acted like the vehicle had betrayed him. Small children are fun.