Many of you have had your fill of snow this winter. Dealing with snow as an adult isn’t as exciting as when I was a kid. Commuting to work in dangerous conditions and walking on icy sidewalks is not my idea of fun.
Snow days during childhood ignite some of my best memories. The excitement of a potential storm had me popping out of bed all night. I would peek through the blinds hoping to see flakes flying by the light of the street lamp.
Too often, the storm would miss the D.C. area. My sister would come into my room and announce, “Get up, we got jipped again.” We would head off to school tired and cranky. Thankfully, my mother always made sure we did our homework, just in case.
Once in a while, the storm arrived as predicted. I would turn on my clock radio and anxiously await the announcement that Fairfax County Schools were closed for the day. Rather than go back to sleep, I sprung from my bed, full of energy. For some reason, 6:30 a.m. on a snow day never felt early.
As my sister and I ate breakfast and waited for daylight, my mother placed our winter coats, hats and gloves, on top of the heat register, located on the kitchen floor. When it was time to go outside, our outerwear was always toasty warm.
After several hours of sledding, making snowmen and snowball fights, we were wet, cold and ready to come inside. My mom put our wet clothes into the dryer and served up grilled cheese sandwiches and chicken noodle soup. For dessert there were homemade brownies and Jello.
I was never sure if my mother enjoyed those snow days as much as me and my sister. We certainly created a lot of extra work for her on those days, but she always had a smile, so maybe she did.
What is your fondest childhood memory?