When the snow starts to fall, it doesn’t take the kids long to throw on their winter gear and head out back to play. It amazes me because if I say, “kids, let’s head to the store,” it takes them over an hour just to find pants to put on. I guess that’s the magic of snow.
I remember when I was a kid once it snowed there was snow on the ground for days, weeks, maybe even months. I don’t remember exactly, maybe that’s all in my imagination, you know, the magic of snow again, but my memory tells me a different tale of snow. One that is much different than my kids get to experience.
There used to be at least a couple feet of snow on the ground at least a few times during the winter season. When there wasn’t a couple of feet, at least there was a nice blanket of snow to play in. We played for hours with neighborhood kids building forts, having snowball fights, and of course building snowmen.
Speaking of snowmen, that snowman up there Charlie is building, that’s the first one she ever made on her own. She is extremely proud of him. He ended up fully dressed in the end and she named him Frosty.
Another great memory I have from growing up with snow is the sledding. We owned, well, still own, okay, my mom owns the biggest sledding hill in town. I don’t think the kids use it now as much as they used to, but back in the day when snow was on the ground, that was the happening place to be. There would be so many kids on that hill and it seemed like a mile climb to the top (it wasn’t, but it sure felt like it!) I remember the feeling of finding the perfect spot and sliding with extreme speed to the bottom of the hill and into my dads cucumber field. Well, what was left over from it for winter. That was a great test of your speed because the field was always rougher due to the dirt mounds and would slow you down. I vaguely remember the feeling of triumph if you just happened to be the kid who slid out the furthest because it meant you were going the fastest.
My girls have had some sledding experience, but there hill isn’t near as big, nor is their “cucumber field” quite as impressive. But, they fall into fits of laughter after running up and down the hill a few blocks away from where we live now and skidding to a halt in the playground area before asking to come home for some hot chocolate because their noses are cold.
At least I can say the kids enjoyed their snow day just the way it was. Check out these happy customers.
What activities do you remember doing as a kid when it snowed? Any fond memories? What about indoor activities during a snow day? Share your thoughts in the comments below.