Growing up in western Washington state, I remember the smell of oatmeal being made and the radio on with the farm report playing, and then the anouncement would come on that schools were closed. My three brothers and I would cheer and carry on until my mom told us to go outside. We would sled, build massive snowforts complete with candels for warmth and light. We'd stay out until our skin started to itch from the cold. Then it was inside for hours and hours of ping pong. The best when we knew we'd be out for days, then you could relax and enjoy.
I remember missing nearly six weeks of my junior year of high school due to blizzards in rural Indiana. We played outside and read books, of course, but mostly we played games at the kitchen table.
My mother loved cards, and when playing with kids, she especially loved a card game called Casino, which involved speed and math. Sometimes I saw cards flipping in my dreams. I knew we'd been home for days when I could finally beat my mother at a card game or two-- then we would switch to Yahtzee. When we tired of competition, we'd build card houses that would rival The Brady Bunch's famous play-off.
My best memory of a snow day was when I was 11 years old and Bridgeport, Connecticut got a mere 6 inches of snow during the early morning of January 20, 1961. When the powers that be closed the schools-- thereby allowing me to see JFK, my then hero, take the oath of office-- I was convinced that God was indeed a Democrat.
My worst memoory of a snow day came a few weeks later when I was all sset to enjoy one, and have a science test postponed to boot, when the expected blizzard turned out to be a complete non-event. Then I realized God could also be a Republican.
I'm from Idaho, the best memories I have of snow days were when my mom would come in around 5am, when the school district had announced the snow day, to tell me I could sleep in. I was always too excited to sleep; as soon as it got light my brother and I put on our ski clothes and went out to play.
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Growing up in western Washington state, I remember the smell of oatmeal being made and the radio on with the farm report playing, and then the anouncement would come on that schools were closed. My three brothers and I would cheer and carry on until my mom told us to go outside. We would sled, build massive snowforts complete with candels for warmth and light. We'd stay out until our skin started to itch from the cold. Then it was inside for hours and hours of ping pong. The best when we knew we'd be out for days, then you could relax and enjoy.
I remember missing nearly six weeks of my junior year of high school due to blizzards in rural Indiana. We played outside and read books, of course, but mostly we played games at the kitchen table.
My mother loved cards, and when playing with kids, she especially loved a card game called Casino, which involved speed and math. Sometimes I saw cards flipping in my dreams. I knew we'd been home for days when I could finally beat my mother at a card game or two-- then we would switch to Yahtzee. When we tired of competition, we'd build card houses that would rival The Brady Bunch's famous play-off.
My best memory of a snow day was when I was 11 years old and Bridgeport, Connecticut got a mere 6 inches of snow during the early morning of January 20, 1961. When the powers that be closed the schools-- thereby allowing me to see JFK, my then hero, take the oath of office-- I was convinced that God was indeed a Democrat.
My worst memoory of a snow day came a few weeks later when I was all sset to enjoy one, and have a science test postponed to boot, when the expected blizzard turned out to be a complete non-event. Then I realized God could also be a Republican.
Btw, say hi to Effron
My mother was a teacher. She enjoyed snow days as much as any child. She would make homemade donuts on snow days.
I'm from Idaho, the best memories I have of snow days were when my mom would come in around 5am, when the school district had announced the snow day, to tell me I could sleep in. I was always too excited to sleep; as soon as it got light my brother and I put on our ski clothes and went out to play.
snow days? now that technology allows many people to work from home, there are no snow days. but then again, my pajamas are comfy
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