
So we're doing errands today and Harrison says to me . . . "Hey look at all those sweet snowmachines!" as we pass some lucky people pulling a trailer full of "toys." No one here calls them snowmobiles - so it caught me funny that yes, my kids are more Alaskan than lower-48 - and more Alaskan than me. This is all they know or remember. There are still things that are "different" for me from my up-bringing, but to them - it's totally normal - just a regular part of their lives - like recess in single digits below 0 - and moose - and dark winters/light summers - bed-head in public - it's all perfectly normal and they don't think twice about it - but for me, it still not second-nature.
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