Snow is so beautiful. And it’s rare. That’s what makes snow so special – we don’t see it every day. Last week, every time it snowed I wouldn’t want it to stop. I am a grown-up, part of a business management team, but I wouldn’t want it to stop. Snow is beautiful and if ice had not been under it, I would have been out in it.
I did go out in it for a little bit and I was reminded that snow is for childhood. When I was a child, the grown-ups never came out into to the snow; they sent you out into it, all bundled up. My mom would peek out of the windows, from behind curtains she pulled back, to check on us. Every now and again, she would open the front door, a little, to yell at my brother for hitting me in the face with a snowball or to ask me where my gloves were. She was always watching, but we were left outside as long as we wanted. Always long enough for our gloves to get soggy and our noses runny. And that was pretty much when it was time to go in when you got tired of sniffing or when your ears or your hands got too cold. Your gloves always got soggy because of the snowman making and the snowball fights. And boy, did we have some snowball fights! All the kids in the neighborhood would meet at one house or the other and then divide into two teams. Then there would be preparation time to make snowballs and decide the strategy - which side of the driveway would be whose or behind which bushes. And then the battle would commence - throwing snowballs, slipping and sliding, giggling and crying. So many times it would end up with somebody crying to the nearest mama, “Mrs. Ruby, So-and-So hit me in the head and he meant to do it.” It was so much fun!
Those little kids snowball fights prepared me for the most epic snowball fight I ever participated in. It was at the University of Tennessee at Knoxville. I was a freshman and my brother was a junior. He lived in Gibbs Hall, the athletic dorm, because he pitched for Tennessee. I, and a couple of my friends, went on a night after much snow and threw snowballs at my brother's dorm window. He came down with a few of his baseball-playing friends and they started throwing snowballs at us. We started squealing and dodging, and running for cover. Soon the rest of the baseball team came out and they started going after each other. Slipping and sliding and ducking behind bushes. The next thing you know the football players came out and opposed the baseball players. Now let me tell you that was some mo’ snowball fight to be a part of. All those big guys! Wow! They forgot about us girls, so we just threw at all of them. There was so much hollering, and mouthing off and laughing. It was great! People got hit. They didn't cry; they just retaliated. What a night! I went back to my dorm room totally soggy.
I remember sometimes when we were little and totally snow soggy, Mama would make us stomp the snow off our boots on the front porch and we would practically undress there. Baths would be next and then Mama's homemade vegetable soup. That's why even today, I don't want snow days to end – so much magic, joy and warmth in the snow to be had and remembered. Like I said, “Snow is beautiful.” Hope you enjoyed it.
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