Every winter, good Canadians across the country love to make fun of us Torontonians when we get any significant amount of snowfall. Yeah, I guess Mel Lastman is to blame for that. Call in the army!
Snow days are such a rare thing around these parts, that when we do get them, yes we grumble but not because we are afraid. We grumble because we know the frustration that lies ahead as a result. Getting home from work to our families takes twice the amount of time, which really sucks. Hence the grumbles and panic.
I’m from Northern Ontario, where 30cm of snowfall is just a light dusting. But in a city this size, any amount of snow like that is enough to slow things down considerably.
But it’s not enough to stop us.
Contrary to popular belief, we love snow and winter activities. After a snowfall, you’ll see cross-country skiers in city parks, and people (and family dogs too) of all ages taking to the hills with their sleds in Christie Pits, Dufferin Park and the Don Valley. I think I have even seen some stuffy, Bay St. business types racing down some of those hills. We’re not as wimpy and uptight as the rest of Canada likes to think.
And yes, as any good snow loving, toque wearing, Tim Horton’s drinking Canadian will tell you, the twenty-second thrill ride going down is totally worth the ten minute climb back up.
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