When the temperature is a consistent -15, you sort of forget the joys of walking around the city. Toronto is a nice place, but when it’s cold outside the only thing you’re focused on is getting from point A to point B as quickly as possible.

Recently we’ve hit a bit of a warm spell, with temperatures rising above the freezing mark for the first time in months. In addition to making my daily walk to school a heck of a lot more pleasant, the warmth has had a secondary effect as well: creating puddles.

When snow melts, it tends to turn to water, and water tends to flow downhill. Physics, you see.

I’m just a little confused as to why people are so afraid of puddles. I mean, most people aren’t afraid of rain. Most people aren’t afraid of snow. But if you collect a pile of rain or a pile of melted snow, suddenly people are scared of it. I know that they’re scared because whenever they see a puddle in their path they slow down and veer to the side (even going off of the sidewalk entirely if necessary) in order to avoid it.

It wasn’t always this way. When we were younger, not only were we unafraid of puddles, but we actively sought them out. If a puddle wasn’t in our way, we made sure that it was.

Now though, you’ve got a one inch deep puddle that spans the sidewalk on Hoskin Avenue and people would rather walk around it via the ice-covered grass than go through it. It’s madness.

The next time you see a puddle that everyone else is avoiding, go right through it. Trust me, you’ll feel great being the only one brave enough to take on a one inch deep body of water. And if you happen to stomp a little bit as you go through, splashing those who were foolish enough to go around the puddle, all the more power to you.