During my childhood, children would have already been outside, sledding, skating, building snowmen, having snowball fights, however painful with wet snow, and squealing with joy and occasional pain from injury
Sitting on Jaybird’s porch at sundown, I told him about the flight. Shaking his head, he grunted, “You’re what I said: the craziest pilot who ever flew.”
Nowadays, folks who have been “always civilized” turn up their noses at such a feast, especially my daughters, who consider it one of their father’s most disgusting uncivilized indulgences