‘I hate winter,’ I told Mom. ‘All seasons have something to offer,’ she said. ‘Cold weather is good for you. It kills the germs.’ That seemed to be true, because none of us kids ever got sick. But even if I’d woken up one morning with a raging fever, I never would have admitted it to Mom. Being sick might have meant staying home in our freezing house instead of spending the day in a toasty classroom.
