“So..what did you do on your Snow Day growing up?”
It was a challenge on a local classic rock radio station. He pointed out the obvious. We had no electronic distraction at the time.
There were no home computers, no video games, no smart phones or iPods.
The only movies available were those god-awful 8mm reels of family holidays and vacations.
There were only 3 TV stations, which had not yet caught up with daytime programming for children. The soaps were in black and white, and to a child, mostly sad and confusing.
There were board games, which only lasted for as long as you could tolerate your siblings.
We could have opened a book; maybe too much adrenaline for that. Snowstorms were exciting.
So….we went outside. In the cold, the snow, the freezing rain, whatever.
It was made clear that once we were trapped in the winter garb, snowsuits and rubber boots, that we were not to return…for a very long time.
And we did not, not even for lunch. No parent came looking for us.
The snow was pure entertainment. We built snowmen and threw snowballs. Some painted it yellow.
We sledded and skated and rolled down any incline. They even blocked off traffic for us on a hilly side road.
We tunneled through snow piles, dug out cave-like shelters, built a fort.
We made pathways in the woods that didn’t exist before.
We came home exhausted, tears in our eyes, beet-red faced. There were chapped lips, tracks of frozen nose emissions, icy fingertips, hair frozen to our knit caps.
If we were lucky, and there were no police reports, there was a pot of hot chocolate and a bowl of marshmallows lying in wait.
It was glorious.