I remember as a child watching the weatherman on TV and hoping and praying for snow. I would get up twenty times during the night and peek out the window to see if it was snowing.
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Our school crossing guard told me the kids she grew up with used to turn their pajamas inside out because they thought it would bring snow. I know many of you get TONS of snow and for y'all, I'm sure the excitement has worn off. But here in Arkansas, we don't get snow very often so when we do, it's a BIG deal. I am sure there are many excited kids who are hoping to be out of school Friday and Monday too as we are expecting more snow on Sunday and Monday. All of this snow got me thinking about when I was little and what fun we would have in the snow.
I was about twelve years old and school had been cancelled for the day. Everything was covered in fluffy white snow. We probably had about three inches on the ground, which is a lot for us. Our yard was totally flat, as was our road. There were no hills anywhere within walking distance either. No hills and no sled equals no fun. So, my family piled in my mom's car and all went over to our church to meet some of our friends.
This is our church. This picture was taken from the bottom of the hill. Nice hill, right? But, we still didn't have a sled. So what did we do? We went into the church kitchen and hijacked a bunch of those HUGE restaurant grade cookie sheets to use as sleds. We had such a great time sledding down that hill and hiking back up again. My mom has pictures somewhere (actually they're in a big ole Rubbermaid tub still in the envelope. Mom and I use the same photo storage system - HA!) of us all the bottom of the hill, in navy snowsuits clutching our cookie sheets, which were almost as big as we were. That is my favorite snow day memory.
Wanna here the worst snow day memory? When I was about eight or nine, we lived in a VERY hilly neighborhood. We had a huge hill right outside our house and I had one of these:
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Sounds great right? Bad thing was, I jumped the curb and ended up under my dad's van with a bloody face. Luckily our neighbor heard me crying and carried me down the steps to our house. NOT a good snow day memory.
So, what's your favorite snow day memory? What's your worst? I know some of you get tons of snow and probably hate it now, but I know you have at least one great snow day memory to share!! Let's here it!