Apparently the blizzard of the century is headed towards New England. My thoughts on this? Snoooow daaay! Yeah! Well, I get to work from home but hey, I’ll take what I can get. If that means I don’t have to get out of my pajamas and my hair can continue to look like a rats nest with no judgment, then so be it.
As we speak, or shall I say, as you read, I’m chillin’ in my bed anxiously awaiting for the first snow flake to fall and thinking of snows past. I’m going to tell you a short little story that brings us back about 21 years.
It was winter and I was at the wee age of 6. A cutie, I was (who am I, Yoda?). I was normally a peach but not on this blistery cold day. I was angry! At what? I’m not really sure but I’m going to assume my brothers either wouldn’t let me watch My Little Pony or body checked my cabbage patch doll. Neither would surprise me. Well, this time I’d had it and I was not going to take it anymore.
A few days earlier, we had a huge snow storm and my brothers and I went to the neighbors house to build a snow fort. We worked for hours on that fort and it looked like a real igloo to us. In reality, it probably looked like a garbage pale kids living quarters. It was this igloo that helped me make up my mind, I was going to run away….forever. I packed up everything I needed: a coat, gloves, snowsuit overalls, pink boots and last but not least, a loaf of white bread. Hey, a girl had to eat, didn’t she? I went into the bread drawer and announced to the entire family that I was leaving and that I didn’t need them anymore. My mother laughed at me. How could she? Wasn’t she threatened that I had everything I needed? I promptly stomped out of the door and went to live on my own…in an igloo.
I sat in that fort for what seemed like hours and eventually my father and brother started roaming the streets for me and calling my name. I laughed to myself and chowed piece after piece of bread, biting smiley faces into each before stuffing them down my throat.The whole time I was thinking, “this will show them”.
Well, I really never showed them anything other than I liked snow and didn’t complain about eating crust. Eventually, snow melted on my head, I wanted a real meal and my overalls got soaking wet. I shamefully reentered the house and for some reason, no one had any sympathy for me. In fact, I’m pretty sure my brothers probably chopped my Barbie’s hair off the very same night. Oh, growing up as the only girl was filled with delight!
This folks, is one reason why I love the snow. The funny memories from childhood outdo the anger I get from someone tailgating me in 3 feet of snow…some times.
Here’s a picture to prove what an angel I was as a child. My parents had a bubble bath machine and I put a liiitttlle extra in. Yes, I made soap tunnels in the bath and yes, I’m standing up and finally, yes, this is a real Polaroid from 1988.