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When I turned two years old, someone gave me a snowsuit.
I have no idea where someone found a snowsuit in the beginning of May, or why they thought a snowsuit was a good gift for a child who lived where snow had not been seen in well over a decade.
But, two years later, I put that snowsuit to good use.
I woke up on a Sunday morning to the largest recorded snowfall my hometown has ever seen. A whopping four inches of snow meant this day would go down in history as “The Great Blizzard of 1989.”
I remember being very concerned that my parents had decided not to take us to church that morning, mostly because we wouldn’t see our friends. But my mom assured me no one would make it to church that morning. After all, four inches of snow is enough to grind a community to a standstill; if you don’t have snowplows, you have no choice but to wait for the snow to melt.
So, instead of going to church, we did what any child who’d never seen snow before would do – went outside! I wore my snowsuit, now two and half years old, and barely able to fit over me. The mittens and boots were far too small, so my brother wore them, even though they were purple. I remember wearing two pairs of socks, the top pair with lace ruffles around the cuffs, and being surprised to see ice forming around them.
We laid in our blizzard snowfall, making snow angels, until we hit dirt. We made the world’s smallest snowman, which was also just a tad dirty. Later in the day, my mom and I managed to fight our way out to Main Street, where we built another, larger snowman, and waved to the three cars that passed us by.
The quintessential snow day activity is sledding. But, if your house at 14 feet above sea level is one of the highest points around, how do you go sledding? And how do you sled without a sled? Your dad grabs a shingle sample board, ties a rope to it, and pulls you around the block, of course!
Where I live now, it’s unusual for a child of 4 and a half to have never seen snow. But, I’m glad my hometown let me have a glimpse of the fun snow can bring. I love being able to truly remember my first snow, and having limited snow experience made last winter’s snow-pocalypse a lot more fun.
With Mom and Dad, outside our house, on Easter Sunday, 1986.
I love how my Dad is looking at me, and how happy and proud Mom is. I have no idea who took this picture, but its one of my favorites.
When I was in school, I’m thinking elementary school, my favorite subject was always reading. Back then though, I think it was called Language Arts. Here are ten reasons why I always loved that class:
10. I was good at it, and its always more fun to work on something you’re good at.
9. The freedom to be creative!
8. We did lots of word puzzles. You know, like “If Johnny sits next to Mary and Mary sits two rows behind Jill who won’t sit next to Bob or Tim. Who sits where?” kinds of problems, which were always fun to solve.
7. Going to the library! Oh that delicious book smell!
6. I love to tell stories, and writing them down is just as fun!
5. Two words: ACCELRATED. READER.
4. The fact that, during one semester, I earned the most Accerlrated Reader points of anyone in my grade and won a trip in a limo to go out to dinner with my whole family PLUS the movie “The Lion King.”
3. BOOK IT!! Gotta love free personal-pan pizzzas, at least when you’re under the age of 12.
2. I almost always finished a story before we were supposed to discuss it, so I could read ANOTHER story (or two) while the rest of the class was still on the first.
1. The stories! I almost always feel like I am the main character in a novel or story — its great pretending to be someone else for a bit!