The place where I was born and grew up.
It looks today just like it looked on my birthday in those days: a blizzard just passed through, a blizzard in the offing or a blizzard in progress.
I think it was on my 5th birthday that a blizzard was in progress, which meant no grandparents, no aunts and uncles, and worst of all no cousins, could make it to our farm place to have birthda cake, ice cream, pop, bar-b-que sandwiches and potato chips -- and bring presents. I cried in terrible disappointment. So I got a spanking -- not a birthday spanking either! to teach me that you cannot cry about such things, which made me cry more. It's horrible being a child. At least it was horrible being a child when I was a child. My siblings don't treat their children that way when dreadfully disappointed. Thank goodness!