I grew up in Florida since my family moved down here the summer before third grade (from Connecticut). When I was 23, I moved to Germany. The photo below is from 1972 and that is the Rhein River behind me.
Not long thereafter I met my future hubby, who was in Engineering School on the Lake of Konstanz (on the German/Swiss border). It was the winter of 1972-73 that I was sitting next to the window in the student dorm when it started snowing.
In Germany, the windows swing wide open. No screen, nothing. It is great for airing out your bed covers but also a little dangerous when some silly American girl gets so excited about seeing snow that she is leaning out of the window (balanced on a piece of furniture) attempting to catch the snow flakes - up on the 4th floor of the student dorm.
Thankfully, Herbert was there to pull me back inside and then we went downstairs so I could run around as the snow fell. Needless to say, over time that love of snow and the cold winter months diminished. At this point in my life, if I never see snow again, that is fine with me. But back then, seeing snow for the first time in well over a dozen years, it was a welcome experience.
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