When I was in kindergarten, my family lived in Wisconsin. From what little I recall, we got a lot of snow there. Being a kid, this did not concern me any more than the thought of if I was going to get to go out and play in the snow, especially this awesome crater-like place that everyone in town usually used for sledding.
We then moved to the south, where snow was nearly impossible. I didn't really actively miss it at the time.
A couple years later, we moved back up north, and I remember being super excited about the first snowfall. It was almost as if I'd forgotten that I'd lived for several years in a place with heavy snows before being without it for just a couple years.
I'm still living in a state with moderate to rarely heavy winter, and as an adult I mostly find the snow more of an inconvenience at the best of times, and downright terrifying if I have to go somewhere in it. However, I think I'd miss it if I moved somewhere without it