You have an uncontrollable urge to buy bread and milk when you hear the word "snow."

School closings due to snow take the radio stations a half an hour to finish, because just about every town has its own school district.

You design your Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.

You have more miles on your snowblower than your car.

Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.

You only own three spices: salt, pepper, ketchup.

Your snowblower gets stuck on your roof.

The local paper covers National and International headlines on 1/4 page but requires six pages for sports.

When someone says 1972, you think "Agnes," and when someone says 1979, you think "TMI."

You call sloppy joes "barbecue."

You think the start of deer hunting is a National Holiday.

You think the roads in any other state are smooth.

The trunk of your car doubles as a deep freezer.

You know the four seasons: Winter, Still Winter, Almost Winter, and Construction.

You prefer Hershey's Chocolate to Godiva.

You consider Pittsburgh to be "out west," and you know the fastest way to Philly is the Turnpike.

[Taken from—these are just my favorites, minus one I omitted as I didn’t think it acceptable for here].
(1) Young I may be, but even young people are entitled to their opinions.
(2)Attempting to silence me doesn't hurt me, but the silencer.
(3) I must remain true to myself.