|oh hi there sun--haven't seen YOU in a while|
Snow, snow, SNOW!!! That's all we talk about at this time of year! It's all we can THINK ABOUT!!! AND DAMN IT, I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE OF IT!!!!
Pause for breath...
Yesterday was a snow day, and now my nerves are once again SHOT. Yes, I like the part where I didn't have to race around like an idiot, and have a major fight with the kids to get into their snow gear, but all day was
ELLA AND JACK: THUNDERDOME! TWO HORRIBLE CHILDREN ENTER, ONLY ONE WILL LEAVE.
I loved snow when I was a kid. It was so much fun. I loved making snow angels. I'd eat litres and litres of the stuff (quarts and quarts???). I built snow people and dressed them up with extra hats and scarves. We had a big back yard and if conditions were just right, sometimes we'd get a bit of a rink out there. So, I'd put on my pinchy white girl skates--the kind that are USELESS against the cold--and slip across the snow till I made it to the ice. Sometimes I'd wear that hand me down one piece snow suit that was my brother's, and waddle out there all by myself for good afternoon fun. I'd put on my itchy egg-head hat (picture a flesh-coloured hat/neck cowl hat with a hole in the front for a face), stuff my lower half in a garbage bag and slide down anything that was even remotely a hill.
Everybody wore their snow pants to school, and everybody sat in class with their hair floating above their head from static electricity. Then at recess, we put those same, crappy, knitted, sopping wet mittens back on again, and played some more. I remember in grade one, a boy peed his pants and had to wear his snow pants for the rest of the day, since he didn't have a spare set of pants. He's on my facebook list now. I wonder if he'd like to know that I'll remember that story forever. If I've known you for any length of time, I will retain at least one, weird anecdote about you, and you will sometimes slowly back away from me, because it's creepy that I know these things.
When I was 6, and in grade 1, I used to walk home with my brother, who was in grade 6 at the time. It was a fairly decent walk home, and even though I was only in little, you better believe I walked to and from school every day, and we also walked home for lunch. In kindergarten I used to walk alone most of the time! It was the 1970's, and EVERYBODY walked. Even during the blizzard of '77, after they cancelled school that day--we walked. Mom or Dad were NOT waiting with the car. Sorry.
So, that winter they were digging out a site beside the field I walked through every day; building an old folk's home (or "retirement residence" as they're now called). In the field where I walked, there was a great big dirt hill. That in itself was pure awesomeness, and even more so when it was covered with snow.
Most of the kids would spend some time every day climbing and sliding on that hill. One day, while walking home with my brother, I wanted to play on that hill. He didn't want to. I begged and begged to stop and play together for a bit. He caved in, and we climbed that hill. As I was walking over a section, I suddenly sunk in the snow up to my armpits. And freaked.
"Get Mom! Get Mom! PLEEEASE GO GET MOM!"
-"NO!" He said.
He made me stop panicking, and he lay down on the snow, and carefully rolled across to me, pulled me out, and we both rolled back together.
Aw, now I'm all verklempt.
However, a question has suddenly come to mind: why are children compelled to lick fence posts in WINTER more than in summer??? I can still remember my little class friend sticking her tongue on that pole. Of course it got stuck, and when she ripped off her tongue, that top layer of...well...tongue...was still stuck on the pole. I can remember her whole tongue looking like it was covered with blood. She was screaming and crying, and we were running most of the way home, with her letting her tongue wag out. At the intersection, the only thing the crossing guard had to offer us was one of those scratchy brown paper towels--the kind they have in the washrooms at schools. I remember thinking that was weird even then; why would someone have THOSE paper towels????
We crossed the street and kept running--her with her bleeding, lolling tongue, crying and wimpering. When we got to the point where it was getting close enough to our houses, and I was getting worn out, I told her dramatically;
"Go, L.! Just keep going! Don't stop!"
Ha ha ha...I wonder if she remembers that.
I never stuck my tongue on a fence post. My sister did though.
A girl I was friends with in grade 2 (who happened to be teensy bit of a bully), sucked me in to go down an icy hill on our stomachs once after school. As soon as I got in position, she hopped on my back and rode me down the hill like a human toboggan, laughing wickedly the whole way. That wasn't too cool. That hill was bumpy and hard! It didn't feel too good on the privates. I remember getting to the bottom, standing up and groaning;
This only made her laugh harder. Poor naive karen.
They don't sell those "flying saucer" thingies anymore. Remember those little death traps??? Oh gee, I wonder why? Is it actually not a good idea to go hurtling down a hill, whirling like crazy, with ZERO control over where you'll end up or how you'll stop?
I'm a wimp now anyway. I find crazy carpets terrifying.
Ah the days of senseless youth! What are your fun memories of winter?