In '53, when you were five, and you ate snow, your father photographed you. In '73, when you were five, and you ate snow, your father told you off, but let you eat it (if it wasn't yellow). In '93, when you were five, and you ate snow, your father made you spit it out and explained to you the dangers of eating snow. Since 2013, there wasn't any snow to be eaten by five year olds.