My dad grew up in Sudbury, Ontario. I have all kinds of his stories he would tell my sister and I. Mainly about how the snow would build up against the row houses, and how he and my uncle would climb out the hatch in the roof, slide down the snow (the best part of it all he remembers) and then dig back to the front door of the house.

Of course there is always the "I walked up hill both ways in the snow to get to school, fighting off wolves as we went". There is actually some truth to that. Since looking at Sudbury topographical maps, there was a large hill between his school and home. So he literally walked up hill halfway to school, and halfway home. Funny how it comes out though. Still not sure about the wolves.