One summer, when I was a small child, about 5 or 6, I said, “It’s so hot; I wish it were winter.” My brother said, “Yeah, and when it’s winter, you’ll complain about it being cold & wish it were summer.” I never complained about the weather ever since.
One summer, when I was a small child, about 5 or 6, I said, “It’s so hot; I wish it were winter.” My brother said, “Yeah, and when it’s winter, you’ll complain about it being cold & wish it were summer.” I never complained about the weather ever since.