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| Snow by © chibilunacat Okay, snow, I grew up in a northern state, Maryland, not real northern but where I am at now it is considered so. Every year I would get to see snow at some point, I remember that very well. I remember walking down the long driveway to wait for the school bus, and slipping in the ice, sometimes busting my rear. I remember my Mom walking me out there in the snow, and we would wait for the bus. I remember jumping for joy when school was delayed or canceled. I always loved to sled. I remember going to a friends house, she ended up being my stepsister by the way, and we went sleding in her grandparents cow field, the cows being elsewhere at the time, her dad took us, it was her two little sisters, her, her dad, and me, and we had two sleds, one of the old fashioned wooden kind with the red metal rails underneath, and one little round plastic one, the wooden one being long enough for all four of us kids. There were many crashes and tip overs which always caused laughter. Once I went down on the round one by myself and hit something hard and went rolling off down the rest of the hill, the sled coming behind me for a ways, I got up, shaking snow off and my friends dad was nearly in hysterics laughing, I had hit a frozen cow flop! I could tell many sledding tales, lol. Unfortunately, however, we moved to where it barely snows and so I rarely get to see it, or not for very long, I really miss playing in the snow, sleding, snowforts, snowmen that don't melt an hour or two later, snow ball fights, and just walking in the snow, your feet feeling a bit heavier with the effort, then going in the house cold and numb, stripping off wet coats and second and third pairs of pants with boots and socks at the doorway so we don't get the entire house slushy, cheeks red and slightly numb, noses running uncontrollably, the tops of your ears feeling like ice cubes, sitting in front of a fire or heat register and just getting all toasty again, but feeling fresher some how. I miss standing in the snow, palms raised, mouth open, tongue extended catching snowflakes on my tongue and on bare or gloved hands and trying to examine them before they melt. Putting snow balls in other kids' hoods while they are unsuspecting. I miss the way the snow looked clinging to my hair. I remember snow, I remember t making me laugh, and how for a while I associated myself with the snow, as though it symbolized me. I remember begging for it to snow on my birthday, but you know what? It still, and always will be snowing in my heart and in my memories. Terra Mae |
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