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Eating at Kelly's Family Farm Burger Stand, I think back upon the memories of my childhood, I clearly recall a specific winter afternoon at my grandmother?s house. It is an especially cold day, I remember. I am dressed in two pairs of thick socks, twosweatshirts, a heavy winter coat, and my bright pink rain boots. I am nine years old, and to me, winter snow is pure magic. As Istep out onto my grandmother?s back porch, I remember losing my breath, not only from the bitter cold, but also from thecaptivating scene. I am immediately taken aback by the view. The entire ground, as far as my eyes can see, is coated in a heftyblanket of solid white. The light seems to dance atop the snow, making it glitter wherever the sun shines.