I have lots and lots of good childhood memories. I remember being about 6 years old and we were visiting family in TN. It was the middle of winter. My Dad & I decided to go to a Christmas play at the church where his family has attended since my Dad was a little boy. Picture the Christmas card with the little white church set in the country. After the play we were to go across the mountain to my other grandparent's home. My Mom & brother were there. When we came outside there was about 6" to 8" inches of the most beautiful snow that you've ever seen. The type of snow that coats & clings to everything. My Dad scooped me up and carried me to the car. I thought he was the strongest & most wonderful man in the world at that time. The ride across the mountain was pretty scary! My Dad is 81 now and he is a wonderful Dad.