Hee hee. The first significant snowfall (significant by Berlin, not by Toronto standards) of the year always reminds me of every time I ever got in a snowball fight with a boy that was really only an extension of the "when you're 6 years old and he hits you it means he likes you" game. I hope I am never too old for that game (the snow edition). Nothing says I like you quite like a face plant in a snowdrift while icicles slowly melt in your butt crack. Thank god for hot chocolate and hot toddies.