When thinking of snow, I think of tights. Not the soft and beautiful tights of today, but the kind I had to wear when I was a child.
Now I'm not blaming anybody (except perhaps the producers of tights in these days) for having to wear them, but they were scratchy and I hated them. I hated them even more in snow, when I got wet. The mix of wet and still scratchy ... not nice.
Putting them on after you had a bath was torture and the feeling when you were allowed to take them off again was bliss.
It's funny, but somehow this feeling is still stuck in my head when I see snow. So I guess snow never stood the chance of being liked by me. Sorry.