Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Sending Snow Dust

When I was little, snow was something that happened every few years.

Then, in March, when I was 13 and my sister was two, Georgia got hit with a blizzard. Two to three foot drifts, which doesn't sound like much to you New Englanders, is a HUGE amount to a place that shuts down with an inch of snow on the roads.

No power for a week, and my family went into survival mode. Mom and Dad taking shifts manning the fireplace, no baths, no electricity, mattresses pulled into the living room, and food cooked in the fire or on a cook stove in the kitchen. I must say, we ate well, trying to eat the food before it spoiled. However, I got to play in snow as much as I wanted, digging tunnels, eating snow cream, making coke slushies, and pulling a two year old around in the snow. Then Mom had to go back to school, and all us TK's played baseball in the back of the school, heh-me and the guys, and I messed up my Guess jeans and sweatshirt (those were the bomb!).

Now, I haven't seen snow in years. And the kids I teach, they have never seen snow unless they went to another state. And we're studying winter/weather/arctic animals right now, and wouldn't that be great. And (last one I promise) I was sick for the long weekend, and need a day to .

Snow Dust------->Georgia

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