I loved that as a kid, sleeping under a pile of blankets with a down filled comforter on top and the window open to the wind blasting in from across the lake in our mountain retreat north of Montreal. My two brothers were similarly ensconced in our large bedroom on the second level, with mother, father and sister more sheltered in their downstairs bedrooms at the back of the house, protected from the wind. I wouldn't trade places with them for anything.