Memories, all alone in the snow-light...

Speaking of snow donuts, I was reminiscing about my first time, at the tender age of... I'll assume 17, though it might've been 16... that I did donuts. It was in the 'tiac, my beaten up and beaten on first car. The car that eventually started stalling every time I turned the wheel. I was driving that car when all the dials spun to zero (it had passed 100K, I guess). But after that, that winter was the first time I performed snow tricks, controlled (barely) donuts and fishtailing. Mostly this was done at the insistence of my younger brother (who also lit a pack of matches in the backseat of said car once) and I remember it terrifying one of my friends. Though I should note that most of my other friends were all about getting in a car with me. Ah, childhood... sweet, sweet childhood. Sadly, I don't think the area that I live in now is really conducive to doing this sort of thing...