Every kid has that one memory of growing up that you can go back to in an instant, anytime you want. Mine was the Winter Storm of 1978. The White Hurricane is what they called it. Only about 8 inches fell but along with it came 80 MPH winds causing 2 story drifts after the storm blew out... Awesome for a 8 year old boy, horrible for any working adult or parent stuck at home with rambunctious kids. Snow higher than my head, snow mounds piled at the end of the drive I would climb up, then slide down for hours on end. It was the best time of my life, no school and snow forts!
Fast forward to 6:40 am today as my daughter is cleaning off her car. I hear her come back in the house and I get a lecture on how horrible it is outside, how it is irresponsible of the schools to make students travel and go to school in this wicked weather. (Snow flurries and accumulations up to 6 inches and cold)
I almost fell into the “3 miles to school in foot deep snow BOTH ways”, but I am too cool to go that route. (It’s my pad, comments to yourself). I smiled and wished I could take her back in time to when real snow fell and kids would do anything to be outside in the snow rather than inside playing Wii or texting…
I enjoyed pushing my snow thrower around this morning throwing snow and creating piles of it alongside my drive. I am looking forward to putting the truck into 4 Wheel Drive and seeing if I can get stuck in random snowdrifts. Winter isn’t so bad when looked at thru the eyes of my inner 8 year old.