Snow Tunnels

I remember the snow being so high one winter that my brother, Craig, and I burrowed through snow tunnels. Of course, when I think back on it now, we were quite small--maybe four- and two-years-old--so the snow would seem in excess. I remember the snow reaching almost halfway up the front door, though. Sounds like a lot of snow, I know, but I think there is a picture somewhere in Nana and Pepe's house that confirms this. Uncle Craig and I, with Pepe's help, dug tunnels so that we could crawl through them.

~Mama