Not an inch of skin was showing as I embarked outdoors. My first step onto the icy pavement ended in a crash, teary eyes, and a few curse words. The thick ice was slicker than I thought and caused me to fall awkwardly into the sharp snow. This snow was not fluffy and fun, it was damp and rock hard with shards of ice protruding from it. I choose my steps carefully as I waddled over to my car. "Wait, where exactly was my car," I thought to myself. Much to my surprise it was buried a gigantic pile of dirty snow. After my realization, I began to warm up from the excessive shoveling of the ice entrapping my vehicle. I worked diligently and began to notice my uninviting surroundings. The snow along the roads was no longer white, but a murky brown from a combination of dirt and salt. I could not hear children screaming loudly with glee. Instead, the joyful sound was replaced with screeching tires sliding across the ice in their attempt to stop. Snow was a particularly fatal result of winter that I did not care to endure