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Copyright 2006-2012 That's My Answer
It had to be before I was married. My little boy built his snow stuff without me, and I didn’t miss it.
I was always disappointed that I couldn’t make my snowmen look like the snow sculptures in “Meet Me in St. Louis.”
Decades. We don’t get snow here, so it would have to have been in the years when we used to go to Lake Tahoe in the winter, more than 20 years now.
I can’t remember doing one myself – zillions of years ago. The last one made in our yard would’ve been probably about 30 years ago when some of the girls were still at home.