It was a happy time. When I was growing up, people were kinder and were more concerned for their neighbors. There was more time to enjoy the smaller things in life. The sunsets, the autumn leaves and the changing of the seasons. The first snowfall for instance. We, as children, would run out and enjoy the snowflakes as they came down.
I remember the snow crust unbroken and the large Christmas trees of our backyard, and thinking it was like a winter wonderland. My domain to enjoy.
It was silent and peaceful, as it is quiet when the snow is falling. Just a private world….