(The little cherry tree in our backyard a few days ago)I grew up in a place that had no seasons, but I have always loved Fall. Well, it was so cold on the 4th of July that we wore jeans and jackets, and so hot the first week of October that we were in shorts, but I don't count that as seasons!
(Sledding down a hill in Oberammergau, Germany)
Most people remember the first time they saw the ocean, but I grew up next to the Pacific. But I do remember the first time I saw snow! I'm still a kid when it snows, and I tend to press my face against the window in awe. Seasons were weird growing up, and I'd always wanted to live with "real" seasons, and now I have, and I'm so thankful for the experience.