It’s a very dry time of year for me. The holidays are over. The McRib is no longer on the menu at McDonald’s (not that I could or would eat them). And we will soon be celebrating the coming of spring. Being such a big fan of winter as I am, all I’m left with, for now, are the memories of this and winters past.

While I am more than a little pleased with the amount of snow we’ve gotten this season, I have two small issues. One, I’m no longer a ninety-pound child with a complete disregard for what will cause great pain and, two, I’m no longer in the presence of my two older brothers.

There’s nothing like having brothers when there’s snow on the ground. Because only two older brothers could convince you that if there is no steep hill in the area, taking your sled off the snowy roof of the house is as good as, if not better, than going down some hill.

Plus, as it was explained to me by my oldest brother, if I did it just right off the back of the house, I could hit the clothesline, thus propelling me a great distance, making my ride some sort of world record. That was it for me. I was convinced. Of course, having that complete and total disregard for what will cause great pain intact, it didn’t take much convincing to get me to do it.

How did it go, you may ask? Well, from what I remember, I hit the four cables of clothesline just as I thought I should. But then I came to with my blue sled on top of me and several long, cable-like welts on my arms and chest, along with a pain on my bottom that suggested my sled had not been under me when I hit the ground.

Luckily, lying in the snow for a few moments after getting the wind knocked out of you allows the snow to help reduce all the swelling.

My world record sled jump to the clothesline was a colossal failure. Yet I still wish I had a photo of how I must have looked that winter.

Luckily for you, Suffolk, many of you have taken photos of the recent snowfall and sent them to us. It’s these photos that reminded me what I call my “fun on my buns in the snow” day. From what I’ve seen of the photos, none of you had the same brilliant sledding idea my brothers and I did, which is a good thing. But, what you did manage to do was capture some truly beautiful winter scenes.

So, look for our special section with the snow photos you took this season in the Sunday edition of the paper. It should make saving your winter memories a little easier and a lot less painful than mine.