270: Angel tried to kill his father

When you’re a kid, you have your own unique sense of what’s

“normal”.

I

grew up in Ohio, so I knew that sometime after Thanksgiving, it was

going to start getting cold outside. And we would have snow.

Sometimes, LOTS of snow. And I loved it. Of course, as a little boy,

big piles of snow just meant having fun sledding and making snow

forts. I didn’t have to drive on it or shovel it; at least not

until I got a little older.

But

as far as I knew, that’s how it was in the winter for everyone.

What I experienced must be the same for other people. But then