As a child, winter mornings began with joyful delight: the first snow! Running down hills on a sled, creating snow castles and fighting with friends - every day was an adventure. Every snowball thrown at a partner was laughter and joy. Frozen lawns turned into icy skating arenas, where every jump was a kind of feat.

But the evenings were special. Wrapped in warm blankets, my family and I gathered by the fireplace. Parents told winter stories, and the aroma of hot cocoa created a feeling of coziness. The stars sparkled outside the window, and the winter wind blew a soft whistle through the window. It was a time when all worries went far away and the world became a place of magic.

Today, in the virtual world, I miss that childish carelessness. Winter memories, full of laughter and warmth, become like a magical puzzle that does not fit into modern reality. I miss those times when cold socks and fun snow battles were the only worries.
Tell me. how did you spend winter evenings when you were children???
Tati