We got our first snow in Maryland, and it was quite a pretty one! My dear friend Vicki and I had made plans earlier in the week to go over to Takoma Park to attend a free yoga class taught by our friend Kath. We all graduated from the teacher training program together, and now we are able to attend each others’ classes. It is a joy! As Vicki and I drove down towards the city, the snow flakes grew in size – like cotton balls falling from the sky. It was lovely!
We grabbed some breakfast at a local diner, and had a little time to spare before we went to yoga – so Vicki and I pulled out our knitting. She just took up knitting and she is learning so fast! Such even gauge and stitches! I told her she would be knitting sweaters in no time 
…as Vicki worked on her lovely Noro scarf, I worked on (surprise!) Olympics sweater sleeves… lots of progress to show on that front, so more later…
In the meantime, as a celebration of my first snow day this winter, I wanted to do a little contest: Tell me your favorite snowy memory and have a chance at this prize:
Classic Elite 9103: Snow Day pattern booklet – sweaters, cardigans, vests, hats, scarves! all to keep you warm and toasty on your own snow days! (You can see all the patterns inside here)
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So, tell me a story about your snow-covered memories: building a snowman, sledding, ice skating, snowball fight – anything! I would love to hear! …and then you have a chance to win!
Snow! You are so lucky! My favourite snow memory is of one day a couple of years ago when I was working as a nanny in a little ski town in BC to two beautiful, smiley, creative children. I grew up in England so we barely ever had any snow (an inch of snow which lasted half a day was an incredible event!). So the first day there was heavy snow that year in Canada, the children took me out in it… we went tobogganing through piles of deep snow, which I had never done in my life before, and they taught me how to make snow angels! They could not believe that I had no idea what a snow angel was and were such wonderful little teachers
I miss the snow so much!
Only months after rescuing my (awesome, but at the time, pretty skinny and sad) dog, i sat watching in disbelief as snow fell in Tucson, Arizona. We get snow on the mountains, but never in town – i couldn’t believe it! I took the dog outside and cracked up at his reaction to what was clearly his first introduction to white stuff falling from the sky. He got a wild look in his eyes and stamped his feet and snorted like a Clydesdale. Then he tried biting at it / eating it, and snorted some more. Finally, he decided it was REALLY FUN and started ripping around the yard doing figure eights and dive-bomb rolls. It was the first time I saw my dog behave gleefully and without any inhibition or fear. And as he ran snorting up to me, covered in snow, he looked at me with eyes that said that he knew he was with me and this was his home.
My favourite snow memory might be a little naughty, because it involves playing hooky from school. When I was in high school I lived next door to a friend, and one snowy morning we concocted a plot to stay home from school on our own unofficial snow day, and spent the day curled up under a blanket in her living room, eating oatmeal and watching cartoons. It was awesome!
I grew up in the hills of western Iowa. I could tell if we would have school or not by the number of times it took the snowplow to get through the drifts that always developed on the road. I had horses and was always worried about them during blizzards. One time quite a bad storm was predicted and I asked my dad if we should go put the horses in the barn. The answer was “no” as they had protection. The next morning I got up and asked my dad if we could go see the horses. He said that they were fine; he had gotten up at 2:00 a.m. to put them in the barn. I traipsed in the snow up to my waist to visit them and it was so cold outside and so warm in the barn!
I grew up in MD, and remember one winter when I was very small (perhaps 1984 or so). There was so much snow around that the streets hadn’t been plowed yet, and my dad took my sister and I outside and spun us around in the middle of the street on snow saucers with ropes attached to them. I’m sure we were extremely dizzy by the end, but I just remember being happy.
Snowshoeing in the Rocky mountains a few years ago. The snow falling on the pine trees was beautiful, amd, I love how everything seems quieter when it’s snowing.
My brother and I had so much fun every time it would snow. We’d play out in our front yard with our younger sister and when she’d start to get annoying, we’d convince her that she should be buried in snow — you know, like you’d bury someone in sand at the beach. Every year she fell for it. We’d get her all packed in…and then pummel her with snowballs. Hee, hee. Still makes me laugh! That said, I guess it’s about time I call my sister and apologize for this! =)
When I was about 10 or 11, we lived in Weston, CT. On the corner of our road was a nursery and they had a small pond at the end of their property, visible from the road. I don’t recall ever seeing anyone near that pond. The weather got colder and the little pond froze over.
One day, coming home from school I decided I needed to skate on that pond. I walked down there all by myself, put on the skates and stepped out onto the ice. It was perfect. There were no ripples, no bumps, it was like glass. And I was the first person to touch the ice! It was pure joy. My skates slid effortlessly.
Within an hour, lots of other kids showed up, including some rowdy boys who commandeered that pond for a hockey game. But for a brief moment, that pond was mine and I was a ballerina on ice.
My favorite snow memory is from college when we had a 2 foot snow storm overnight. It was the first time in decades that the school was closed because the snow plows couldn’t keep the roads open. My roommates and I ended up making hot chocolate, a huge pot of soup and goofed off all morning (very unusual for us). Once the afternoon hit, we dressed up to play in the snow. We went “sledding” down the steps of the campus buildings. We ran around making snow angels and having snowball fights until it got dark. It was so much fun to return to childhood!
I have many fond memories of snowmen and snow tunnels and sledding as a child, but my favorite memory is this:
One of my cousins from Australia, who was in his early 20s at the time, was visiting my family in Pennsylvania during his first trip to the States. It snowed one of the days during his stay. It was only a flurry, but he was so thrilled to see snow falling from the sky – something he’d never experienced! We went outside and caught snowflakes on our tongues and jumped and ran around in it. It was nice to see something I’d grown up with through someone else’s eyes!
I remember the first time I saw snow falling. I stopped the car, got out and stood on the side of the road with my arms open. I remember how it felt to have snowflakes land on my face. Even my eyelashes! It was so beautiful.
Wow, great book! Thanks for the opportuity to win.
My favorite snow day didn’t come because of a surprise snow storm, but because of a surprise trip. While opening presents on Christmas Day, my aunt suggested that she take all six cousins, from 17 to 7, up to her house in upstate New York for a few days of skiing. It was such a treat to spend a few days with my cousins, without our parents, skiing from morning till night, and going home to hot chocolate and thrown-together meals.
Love the pictures of your snow! It looks beautiful, but very cold. Definitely the kind of weather you stay inside and appreciate while sipping hot beverages and knitting.
Here in southern Oregon, it doesn’t snow very often or very heavily. But every few years, we’ll get a doozy. One of those happened when I was a little kid (maybe 5?). I remember that my sister (who is 5 years older) would not share the sled. Growing up on rural property with a good down hill side, I decided to improvise. After failed attempts with a tire and a tarp (don’t ask), I grabbed one of Mom’s cookie sheets from the kitchen and went sledding on that. It worked surprisingly well! That is definitely my most vivid snow memory.
I love your pictures they’re making me feel all homesick for the north of Scotland. When I was I kid we could normally expect a good few days of heavy snow at this time of year, enough to get school cancelled. Our friends would come round and we’d all go sledging on my dads croft (smallholding) which was basically a steep hill divided into fields. A major achievement was considered to be starting in the top field and making it down through all three fields to the river without crashing. the best memory ever has to be of the winter when dad rigged a light up outside the barn in the top field, it was wonderful sledging in the dark under the stars.
My favorite snowy day memory was a few years ago when my friend from Australia visited me and my family right after Christmas. When she arrived it was gray outside, but in the afternoon the snow started to fall heavily, and when it began getting dark it was perfect to get out. We went out with a sledge to the local sledding hill which was lit all night, with my boyfriend and younger brothers and played for a few hours. When we got home, my mum had made hot cocoa and fresh baked buns. It’s one of my favorite memories ever.
Oh snow! Cross country skiing is my favorite thing. I do not get to do it nearly enough these days. However, the year that I started x-c, the winter of my senior year of high school in western MA it snowed everyday. Really, not a lot everyday but enough to keep everything freshly white. It was the best winter ever.
My favorite snowy memory is of a walk I took with my dad when I was in 9th grade. We lived in Portlans, OR, where is seldom snows. That winter we had a a real downpour (or so it seemed; not sure how it would compare to the 6 winters I spent in the upper midwest). Anyway, school was closed, as were most of the all businesses, and my father, who had also grown up in Portland and was excited by teh snowfall, decided to take our dog and me out for a walk. Our dog was a husky/malamute mix, so he was completely in his element. It was so beautiful outside and so super quiet, shockingly quiet because of all of the snow. The memory is, well, memorable, both because of the rarity of the snow and also because it was a rare father-daughter moment for us.
For part of high school, I attended a boarding school in the very cold and snowy north. With the short days of winter, it was easy to get depressed when it was always cold and dark.
Well, I started a habit of rushing back from my last class and going out snowshoeing for the last few minutes of sunlight. I remember the first time I did it, I climbed up a huge drift of fresh powder. It felt so good to conquer a snow drift instead of slipping and sliding around on ice or tromping through deep snow.
I think my favorite memories of playing in the snow are all with my kids– building snowmen, sledding, shoveling….anything really!! Last year the kids had a blast at my parents’ house in Milwaukee over Christmas, they’d gotten some 30 inches of snow and the kids were able to build their own snow slide in the back yard! We all had such fun.
I’m English but have lived in Switzerland since I was 8, so I have lots of snow memories.
What I always think of when it snows for the first time, though (and we don’t live in the mountains, so we don’t get that much!) is my birthday when I was 19.
My birthday is December 1st and I had arrived home only a few weeks previously and in great anxiety because I was pregnant and nobody knew (yet). By my birthday, everyone knew but nobody knew how we were all going to cope. I’m an only child and this wasn’t my parent’s plan for me! So on my birthday I was on my own at home while my parents were at work and when I looked out, it was so still and quiet and the first snow was falling in great big flakes, just beautiful – and the first time I had lived in the country, too, where it’s never quite the same as in town. I think at that moment, I knew it would all work out somehow – and it did. My eldest daughter is now 25 and happily married, with a little boy of her own, and she is a wonderful girl (as well as her two younger sisters!) who has brought my husband and me much joy.
Thanks for the reminder!
Such an appropriate post as this monster storm is working across the country…where I am for work this week is bracing for 10-14″ – so the commute from the hotel to the project site tomorrow could be interesting.
So many snow memories…my favorite though is when I was in 1st grade…we went to Ohio for Christmas with Dad’s side of the family. One day we went sledding on “the” local hill & just as I was getting ready to slide down I lost my tooth into the snow. Yep…white tooth in white snow…amazingly my Dad was able to find my tooth in snow & the tooth fairy was still able to visit that night. To this day (almost 30 years later) we still joke about that tooth.
Growing up in Southern California, my snow memories are skiing-related. My favorite day ever was once in Utah when it had snowed the night before. My sister and I got on the chairlift first thing and as we went up the mountain, there was a beautiful, huge rainbow at the top, and it wasn’t just an arc but came to about two-thirds of a full circle. I’ve never seen anything like it!
That first picture is so gorgeous! We don’t get a lot of snow here (although usually lots in the nearby mountains for snowboarding/skiing) and I’m having trouble remembering a specific snow story. What I do love when it snows is going for walks – I love watching the flakes come down, the way they cling to the bare branches or weigh down the firs, hearing the dull crunch (oxymoron?) underfoot, and the complete stillness that pervades the air.
I have lots of snowy memories having grown up in NY state as a child and we spent weekends in VT. I now live in CT and still get great snows every now and then. I have a favorite childhood snowy time and a favorite adult snowy time.
My favorite childhood snowy memory was when we were in VT – our cabin was on the side of a mountain and the only way we could get to it was via snowmobile. I am one of 4 children so we had a sled that went behind the snow mobile and we could all be hauled up the mountain (with the groceries, dogs and cat). One very snowy weekend, we skiied down the “driveway” and my dad would pull us back up the hill on the snowmobile – we spent so much time going up and down that mountain. It was wonderful.
My favorite adult memory was about 7 years ago when it snowed like crazy on Christmas Eve and all Christmas Day. My parents were visiting for a wedding and spent a Christmas with me and my husband and children. We took walks, played outside, the dogs romped in the snow, and we hung out by the fire enjoying the peace of the season and being so glad we didn’t have to go anywhere or do anything but what we wanted to do.
Favorite snowy memory? Wow, I’ve got way too many of these to single one out! The first snow of the year is always a magical moment for me – I love, love, love it! Ok, if I have to choose, I’d say that two of my favorite snow memories have to do with me driving friends home in the middle of the night in the kind of snowstorm you want to enjoy from besides the fireplace with a hot cocoa in hand: over a foot of snow on the ground, and more (much more!) coming down. It was both exhausting and, somehow, exhilarating. Driving my friends home safe and sound in that kind of weather deepened our bonds, and made for terrific memories!
Don’t enter me in the contest, I just wanted to tell a little story. When I was younger, a couple of my siblings (maybe 5 of them?) and I built a snow fort in the lot across the alley. The snow plows would pile up snow into HUGE mounds and then we would go build fort in them. It was really crazy, we would hollow out these mounds, pouring water on the walls every night so it would all freeze into solid ice. By the end of the winter, our fort consisted of at least four separate rooms that we could stand up in, each connected by tunnels. The only access to the fort was through a hole in the top of the largest room, which was shaped into a slide that led down to the fort. We would cover the hole with a large snow boulder so that no one could tell this mound of snow was a fort at all! It was so much fun.
I have a picture of my sister and I, probably about under 10 years each on a shelf. In it, you see our house and lawn, covered by about an inch of snow (you know, where it doesn’t even cover the grass all the way. Around here, it’s enough to cancel school). Anyhow, we are both snuggled up together with our two bassett hound dogs, wearing umpteen numbers of layers and giant hats (that don’t match the layers), hugging the dogs and grinning from ear to ear. I love this picture, since it says so much about me and my sister. We’d always play outside for hours in the snow when it came, methodically checking the height of snow on the patio table to see if more had come, hoping for yet another snow day. How awful those snowsuits were to get into, and how excited we were to have a rare day. When we came inside, Mom would make us hot chocolate and sometimes chocolate chip cookies. It’s a great memory, and I smile every time I think about it.
Beautiful pictures and thank you for a generous contest.
Well, my first memory of snow was going to Yosemite for science camp in 8th grade; my parents HATE snow so we never went to see any as kids. I love the snow! I lived in Alaska for years and worked on a boat so I loved wild, Alaska winter storms where you couldn’t see to the bow of the boat. I love the serenity and peace that can be found in a snow storm — there is an amazing quiet and peace that exists when the noise of life is muted by the snow. I remember it in Alaska and now when I go skiing. I love the freedom, beauty and solitude that can be found on the slopes, especially during night skiing. Learning to ski is probably my best snow memory (now that I can actually ski… I was one frustrated student)
But my all time favorite snowy memory would be visiting Nunivak on St. Lawrence Island in the Bering Sea. Our ship stopped off the shore and when we got to shore, the villagers met us. A guy with a snow mobile and sled took about 6 of us into town. He introduced us to many villagers and then invited us into his home. After a blessing, I tried dried seal meat (VERY salty) and looked at beautiful engraved walrus tusks. Then we walked around the village and I got to see traditional drying methods – including half a whale in someone’s yard! – and met some wonderful, friendly people. During the winter, when the ice moves down, the people from Nunivak visit Nome by riding snowmobiles more than 100 miles across a frozen sea. It was just so unique I loved it.
my first snow memory is from 1978. We lived in Australia’s southern most state then, Tasmania, where it does snow but not all the time. My sister and I were only small. We opened our curtains in the morning and saw outside that everything was white. We’d never seen anything like it.
Mum let us go outside before school in our gumboots and coats and we made our first attempts at snowballs – we’d seen that on TV. The snow wasn’t deep. Just a light dusting. But it was so much fun.
Sadly it was gone by mid morning but because it had happened near my birthday, every July that we lived in Tasmania I hoped it would snow on my birthday. It never did.
My fav snow memory is from when I was 5 months pregnant and we snowshoed to the top of one of the local mountains. We were with one of my girlfriends and I just remember laughing so hard at all the silliness we got up to that sunny day. The peak just seemed to be just over that hill, then that hill and then the next. It was such a long day but the view was worth it. I tell Sophie how she hitchhiked her way to the top of the mountain when we drive by topped with snow.
Last year my family spent Christmas at my Aunt and Uncle’s house in Williamsburg, VA. It actually snowed a little on Christmas Day, and we went for a walk around Colonial Williamsburg. The place looked so festive with the snow falling amongst the decorated buildings and people bundled up in periodic dress.
My earliest childhood memory is of snow. In Virginia Beach, VA it is a big deal. Mom says I was barely 3. I remember watching the snow from the window and begging to go out. My mom had to deliver the envelope of money she had collected for the March of Dimes to the block leader down the street. I remember standing on a shoveled sidewalk looking down at my patent leather Mary Janes and my pink pea coat – no snow gear at the beach. The snow was almost at my eye level. I remember taking off a mitten, grabbing a little clump of snow in my fist and being confused when it wasn’t in my hand when I opened it. Magic!!
One of my favorite snow memories is from my college days – I moved north from KY to the Hudson Valley, in NY, to a liberal arts college with lots of international students. One of my best friends was from Jamaica, and our freshman year was the first time he had ever seen snow. We stole cafeteria trays from the cafeteria and would use them as makeshift sleds to slide down the big hill behind the dining hall, shrieking all the way.
I think my favorite might be of a time before I lived where snow was a common occurrence, so one summer my family drove up to the continental divide in the Rockies to find snow. We ended up pulling off the side of the road at a little picnic area, and we wandered around in the wilderness, sinking up past our knees and getting totally wet and freezing and loving every minute.
The last Christmas in the house I grew up in, we woke up on Christmas morning to that perfect ideal – what had been a brown and grey landscape the night before was covered in a good 6 inches of pure white snow! After the gifts were opened, the whole family trooped outside to play and make a 6 ft. snowman. We were late to Christmas dinner, but it was so worth it!
Well, I don’t live in snow area’s but I have been in snow several times. The best memory is when my 16 year old son went with us to Indiana to visit our Uncle. He told me more than anything he wanted to see snow and it really snows their. Well, we got their Christmas Eve and during the night it snowed about 5″. So he got his wish of seeing and playing in snow. It was awesome. 6am up and we all went outside and he was like a 6 year old enjoying the beautiful white stuff falling from the sky. He stayed more outside than inside that whole Christmas day!! Truly a prayer was answered for him that night.
Rowena
Off the top of my head, my favorite snow memory is not any specific one, but the general memory of driving to the snow. (I’m from the Northwest, we drive to snow.) We get as much of our snow clothes on as we can stand, pile into the car, and drive from a house that’s maybe dusted with snow to a winter wonderland full of snow covered trees. There’s such potential and anticipation in that drive. Even when it’s a long drive, we still spend half the time pointing out the changes in the landscape as we gain elevation.
Two Januaries ago it was the first time I’d been up north for winter in ages, and there was a glorious, wet, sticky awesome deep snow. My family is not really one for playing in the snow, but this was so fantastic we couldn’t resist. My brother and my parents and I–my brother and I are adult people, by the way–were out there making snowmen and having snowball fights, and for the pinnacle of our evening, my dad found our plastic sleds from the 80′s in the garage, and we did some sledding on the sidewalk. Did I mention that my parents live at the bottom of a long hill? It was awesome.
I grew up in the snow belt, which meant it needed to snow at least a foot for a snow day. I then moved around for many years and lived in many places where people had never seen snow, never built a snowman, nothing. It was so sad to me despite my years of running from the cold. I recently moved back up north having not seen snow in years and also having forgot all about how fun snow days are. One morning I got a call at 6:30 am letting me know I was off from work! I promptly went back to bed and then a few hours later grabbed my bundled self and my bundled greyhound to show her her first ever snow experience. She ran and ran for hours playing with our other dog and watching her feel so free to play reminded me of what a snow day should be…a day to play and be…..a few months later she developed bone cancer and we had to put her down. To this day I remember how free she looked that day in the snow….
I remember one winter storm when I was a child there was a huge amount of snow, and my mother wanted to take something (perhaps a gift of some kind? or maybe food?) to a friend who was ill and lived across town. I remember bundling up and putting whatever it was on the sled and setting out–it was a really long walk and the snow was really deep (OK, I was littler too), and to keep our spirits up we sang Christmas carols, including every verse of Good King Wenceslas. I remember it as an epic journey although thinking about it in retrospect I think it was maybe a couple of miles each way. It’s funny now to think about it from my mother’s point of view–wanting to do this, having to bring her smallish child along, finding ways to make it feel like a big adventure and an achievement.
I’ve lived in New England for my whole life, so I have many snowy memories. One of the craziest was the blizzard of ’78. I was in eighth grade, and they cancelled school for a whole week! You couldn’t drive on the roads – there was a state of emergency. So we had to walk downtown to shop, pulling a sled the whole way. When we got there, the store was completely out of bread and mild. Why does everyone buy bread and milk when there’s going to be a storm? We had so much fun in the snow, I think it snowed more than three feet!
My favorite snow day memory is from 2007. I live in Indiana and we were hit by a blizzard just before Valentine’s Day and a state of emergency was declared, so everyone was forced to stay home.
We went outside to shovel the drive and it was so incredible to see every family out in their yard, playing, shoveling, throwing snowballs, building snow forts, etc. It was an adult snow day and it makes me happy every time I think about the sense of camaraderie the whole street had while we all played outside and didn’t have to worry about work and other commitments.
The first memory that came to mind was truly a snow day! My family and I lived in a new area of the city, nothing but fields around our little street of new homes. It had snowed all evening, and then all night, and was still snowing when we woke. Because I had a very long walk to school, my dad, who was a teacher at the high school, told me I should stay home. The roads were treacherous, and the sidewalks along the main roads were buried. He wouldn’t have time to drive me to school, and worried about being able to pick me up, if necessary. It would be safer for me to stay at home that snowy day.
The phone rang at seven thirty. It was one of my teachers, who lived across the street. He told me to get my skis and get ready! That day, he and I skied across the drifted fields to school. It was so peaceful and beautiful, it is a memory I treasure.
Aww…I miss fluffy snow! One of my favorite snow memories is going to my grandparents’ house in North Dakota for Christmas one year. The whole family got out the old-school wooden toboggans and spent hours flying down the snowy hills together.
I LOVE this book!
My first snowy memory… HUGE snowstorm when I was in elementary school. The snow was so high, it was nearly up to our porch roof in spots. I think we had school off for at least a week. My brother and I were allowed to pull out the living room sofa bed and sleep on the sofa while watching TV. Excellent. Good times.
I’m not a big fan of the snow (I hate driving and biking in it, and biking is my main mode of transport spring, summer, and fall), so maybe that’s why my fondest memory of snow is from the winter I spent (mostly) away from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin. I spent my freshman year of college in New Orleans, with a roommate I didn’t really get along with who was also from the frozen north (in her case, Chicago). I woke up around 8:30–totally early considering I had nowhere to be until the afternoon–and noticed that the light had that strange quality of snowy light. Also I think there may have been people in the hall being loud, which was annoying considering it was finals week. Also it might have been my birthday? Don’t remember. The point is, is that less than a week after my friends and I had made our last trip downtown for the semester and laughed at the snowflake lights hanging from the palm trees, there was actually a dusting of snow on the palm trees and because no one in New Orleans has any idea how to drive in snow the city came to a bit of a standstill (the kind of standstill with less driving than normal but also more car crashes) and it was all quite lovely
Growing up we lived up a dirt road off a main highway in a very rural mountain community. My brother is two years younger, so when I was in 1st grade, he wasn’t yet going to school. Every morning that year, he would walk me down (about 1/4 mile) to the bus stop, wait with me, and walk home – he was 4 years old. That winter, I had a very favorite stocking cap – loved that cap. I lost it one day either on the way up or down the hill. The cap was white, it was snowy, we couldn’t find it. I was very upset and sad. A week or so later, my brother found my stocking cap, covered in ice, on his way home from walking me to the bus stop. He didn’t have gloves on, but he picked it up and carried it home because he knew how much I loved that thing. My mother said he was almost frost bit by the time he got home. That was 40 years ago and he is still the same kind, stubborn, loving soul who loved his sister enough to brave frozen fingers to bring home something she treasured. I am blessed!
My story combines snow and knitting! On the day of my youngest daughter’s sixth birthday we had a huge snowstorm. My husband’s car got stuck in the snow on the highway as he tried to get home, and both of my girls were nervous about daddy making it home. I had to think of something to keep them busy and calm them down, so we had knitting lessons! The younger one learned finger knitting and made a nice long chain, and my 10-year old started her first scarf. She is still a knitter today (almost 20 years old!) and both girls remember the night as a cozy time instead of a scary one. They always re-tell this story on Claire’s birthday.
Oh, I love this kind of contest…I love dredging through my memories. But this one is easy.
When I was six or so, growing up here in Baltimore, we had a major, major snowstorm. (We still have pictures of our house with the piles of snow. My dad says it was a big storm…it isn’t just a storm that seemed big because I was six.) I remember the piles of snow where my dad shoveled were over my head. But the best part? We got out of school very early on the day the storm arrived and my brother…who was (and still is) six years older than I am…who wouldn’t let me near him with making me carry his book bag or be his footstool…who didn’t seem to want anything to do with me…that brother….he took me up into the attic where we had games and books and he played with me and read to me and we had cookies and cocoa together and he was just so much fun.
Almost 50 years later, he and I are great friends. But that memory of the great day, in the middle of our childhood emnity, that’s golden.
I used to love going sledding at the local golf course and would look forward to it every year. Then when I started skiing, I couldn’t wait for winter to go with our school’s ski club every Wednesday up to Catamount (Berkshires) for night skiing. It was so much fun and I think I was the only one of my friends who could stay out the whole six hours.