I grew up in the south, right outside Nashville, Tennessee, in Gallatin. I remember we would get one to two good snows a year. I say that lightly because heavy snow in Gallatin (2 inches) would be considered a dusting in most towns where it snows a lot. It wasn't until we moved to Slovenia (In the Julian Alps) that we started to realize that we were dressing our children all wrong. We would walk around downtown Ljubljana, and all the children would be so happy, running around smiling, having the times of the[...]