Hi, and welcome!
My dad grew up in Minnesota, and then I was brought up in California. All I ever wanted to try as a kid was ice skating, but my dad refused to pay actual money for me to go to an ice skating rink, because when he was a kid he could just skate on the frozen pond at the park beside his house for free. I was 18 before I had the means to take myself ice skating. I loved it! After imagining it for 18 years, I put on my rental skates, stepped out onto the ice, and just glided away like I'd been doing it my whole life.
That is my Minnesota story. (Actually, I went there for one or two weeks every summer to visit relatives, so I have many Minnesota stories, but that's the first one I thought of when I saw "Minnesota winters".)