Oh yes. The days when there was no such thing as school being closed due to snow. Where you had to get wrapped up, walk to school, sit in a cold classroom for lessons - wearing hat, scarf, gloves... see your breath in the air..ice on the windows... still playing outside at breaktime - making 'slides' on the ice - fingers getting so cold you lost feeling in them, and once you got home, the pain setting in as feeling returned to your hands & feet. Sledging on the back field... building a snowman and he lasted days and days and days.. expecting to have to wear several layers of clothing to keep warm. Facecloth frozen to the basin in the bathroom. Tufts of toothbrush solid as rock.