These snow pants will go down in history as the strongest…and weakest…pair I’ve ever owned. It was a rare snow day back home, and my sister and I wasted no time sprinting to the neighbor’s yard with our sleds. At one point, I went to jump onto mine, fully in the air, and when I landed I heard a SNAP. Not a twig. Not a piece of the sled. Not my body (thankfully). The snow pants. The entire overall strap ripped clean off. I kept sledding anyway, obviously. These snow pants are a reminder of those snow days spent with my sister.