Today was a rarity. Worked closed because of ice and snow, so the kids and I ignored the howling wind, the flurry of snowflakes and bitter cold and bundled up in gloves, ski coats, scarves and hats. We took out the sled and I played horsey, pulling these two little munchkins down the road.

As a writer, I want to remember the laughter and the red cheeks, the smell of hot cocoa and snowball fights.

It makes a good story when you draw from your memory and replicate sights, smells and sounds or tastes to create a picture for your reader.