One day in late November, my brother and I woke up to find that it had snowed (in Texas). We were so intrigued by the snow that we pestered our mom until she agreed to let us go play in it.

I didn't know just how cold snow was and I was so eager to get outside that I threw my mom’s flip-flops on. Needless to say, I ran out into the snow and right out of my shoes.

I stopped dead in my tracks frozen stiff. Ronnie, my brother, yelled for me to follow and I firmly proclaimed, “I can't move!” He spun around and saw me standing there in my bare feet. He quickly ran over, picked me up, threw me over his shoulder like a slab of meat and carried me into the house.

That was when I learned that snow, while quite beautiful, was also quite cold.