Thinking back...

As the snow falls rapidly, and the wind whips out side, and the news talks about power outages in the state I am amazed. I live where they say it will be the worst (for my state). All the local news channels are talking about Route 1 Foxboro getting hit the hardest and it's exactly 1 mile from my drive way.

I'm grateful to have power, last year we lost it for 10 straight days. All of this and I love the snow. I hate driving in it, I hate shoveling and snow blowing...BUT staring out the window with my 2 1/2 year old son and seeing the excitement in his eyes and on his face brings me back to being a kid. The snow ball fights and snow forts with my friends, making snow angels and snowmen with my dad... the next few years I get to relive it all.

I now live in the very house I grew up in. Everyone is sound asleep and I am sitting here with my lap top staring out the window remembering things I haven't thought about in 25 years.

Top Memories coming back to me: (good and bad)

1-Crazy neighbors that use to tie a rope to the car and drive down the street with a sled dragging behind with fool hanging on for dear life; thankfully no one was ever hurt. I always wanted to do it, being grown up now, glad I never did

2-Taking the sleds down to the "Killers" with my friends...there are woods behind the house, with a "valley" that had 4 slopes, one on each of the 4 sides. We would all man a slope and slide down crashing into each other...injuries were never serious, but tons of minor ones all the time!!!

3-I learned about death 27 years ago in a snow storm when I saw my neighbor collapsed while shoveling his driveway...it was sad, but the man who now lives in that house is the son of the man that died that day, and I now live in my parents' house from back that...it's like the houses own the families, the families don't own the houses.

4-Tackle football in the street! The street has about 20 houses and it's a dead end, but there were 12 boys all within 4 years of each other and with a little powder on the ground before the plows came we would have epic football games that could never be topped.

5-My dad helped me and all my friends build the ultimate snow fort one winter. We had a series of hard storms and after shoveling the drive countless times we had a snow bank in the front yard about 8 feet high (at least being 8 it seemed that high) and spanned the entire length of the drive way on both sides (which is 60 feet). We dug tunnels, ramps, weapon supply rooms (snow balls, snow throwers, and what not) and when they were complete, we had a snowball fight that lasted days! We never wanted school vacation to end.

So this snow storm is like digging through pocket change for me. I find a 1994 penny and instantly I go flash back to my 8th grade field trip to Washington DC. If I see a 1998 quarter it's senior year of high school and all over again and the last time all my friends were in the same place at the same time.

So let it snow, and don't stop any time soon. For all of you getting hit by it, be safe and I hope you come out with no problems, just take a moment to marvel at it!

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