Cynosure

This thread reminds me of my daughter's first experience with snow.

One morning, during winter, when my daughter was 4 (she's 8, now), she looked outside the living room window and noticed for her first time the falling of snow and the frosted landscape of our backyard. "Look! Snow! SNOW!" she said, jumping and clapping her hands in delight. She would've ran outside in her pajamas, if my wife hadn't intercepted her and dressed her in outdoor-winter clothing. Then my daughter ran outside to greet the falling snow, with face upturned and hands upraised.

Only, as it began landing on her cheeks and lips, it turned out to be icy and stinging. Her beaming smile became a frown of surprise and hurt. She was, like, "Ow... Ow! Hey... ! Ow, ow, ow. It hurts!"

She came running back, inside, and declared, "I hate snow!"