We just recently had our first cold snap of the season. Depending on where you live, the mid-30’s may not seem like much of a cold snap, but here in central Texas, it’s about as cold as it normally gets. It’s kind of a thrill nowadays to see my breath in the air.
Chilly mornings like this one get me thinking about the many glorious snowbound winters that we had when I was growing up in Denver. I can say glorious now because as a kid I didn’t have to chip ice off the car windshield, shovel snow off the driveway, or brave the slippery streets to get to work. No, for me, bad weather days or snow days meant one thing: I didn’t have to go to school. And for this dyslexic guy, the only thing better than not having to go to school was getting to spend the day out in the snow.
To all of my blog readers: I’d love to hear your memories of snow days…
Here’s something I wrote years ago as a remembrance of those special days:
Snow Days
This morning I heard the announcement —
school’s closed ‘cuz it snowed in the night!
I got up without needing prodding,
and was ready to go at first light.
With a scarf and a hat and wool mittens,
galoshes and four pairs of socks,
who wants to be stuck inside sittin’?
I’m goin’ out with the kids on the block!
We built castles and snow forts and igloos,
we hurled snowballs and sledded all day,
with school canceled because of the weather,
we had hours and hours for play.
When I think of those snow days, it’s funny,
we played all day outside as a rule,
but when it was time for our learning,
such days were too cold to hold school.