so another thing i haven't quite gotten over from my childhood (besides sitting in the back of the room so no one can pull my hair and make fun of me) is walking in newfallen snow and matching my footprints to another set so that it looks like someone was jumping.jumping at an angle maybe, but jumping. i still giggle looking back at the tracks and picturing someone coming along and thinking "what the. . . . . .?"just to prove i am grownup, here's a pretty picture. see how the spruce needles contrast the snow?