Go be a kid again.

After the Saturday snowstorm, Clara, Charlie, and I went outside to build snowmen, and I must say, if you have the chance to build a snowman at some point in the future – or do anything that you loved doing as a child but haven’t done since you were young – please do it.

Building those snowmen with my kids brought back a tumult of childhood memories and a rush of pure joy as the current version of me and the childhood version of me stepped into the same place for a moment and shared a single mind.

It was glorious. Fun and challenging and oh so satisfying.

For a little while, I was once again running in my snow-covered childhood backyard. Wandering the snowy fields of my grandparent’s home. Tunneling into snow drifts at recess.

I remembered how shocked I was as a child to find green grass hiding under a blanket of white snow. How thrilled I was when my mother gave me a carrot for my snowman’s nose. I remembered – for the first time in forever – how we would jump off the barn roof into enormous drifts of snow, simultaneously terrified and trembling with excitement.

I remembered the socks I wore on my hands as mittens. The bread bags insulating my feet. The way my jeans would freeze into odd angles after hours spent outdoors.

Not only did all these memories come back, but the feelings of those snowy, childhood days filled my heart and mind. The vibrating joy over something as simple as New England snow.

Find the things you loved in childhood and give yourself a chance to enjoy them again.

You won’t be disappointed.