How Nostalgia Blinds Us to the Chills of a Snowball Fight

Remember rushing outside on winter mornings, cold air burning our cheeks as we hurled snowballs at friends?
It felt like pure joy, yet now I wonder if those icy battles shielded me from the real frost of growing up.
Sometimes, the simplest moments hide life's deepest lessons.
Would I trade my childhood innocence for adult worries just to relive that fleeting rush?