When I was that young, in Missouri, I enjoyed the snow quite a bit! Some of my fondest winter memories are waking up in the morning after a mix of freezing rain and snow: the entire world would glow in that candy-coating of ice enrobing the trees, and the sunlight refracting through that ice looked purple...
Then the magic is ruined as you get a little older and have to shovel the driveway, walk through slush, pour hot water over your car to just get in to start it up and let it warm up... and then you have to drive on that snow-ice mix...
Yup, I don’t miss winter one freakin bit.
Love the memories of it, just not being there.