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Snow Day
by Doug Simms
The day after the big snowstorm (when you're 10 years old):
Your Mom wakes you up full of news about a big surprise. She won't tell you what it is; just tells you to look out of the living room window. You see a winter wonderland - everything is covered in a deep layer of snow. All of the parked cars are just mounds of snow.
You eat breakfast full of anticipation, but the good news is not confirmed yet. You wait for the announcement on the radio, and soon you hear it - a list of schools that are closed. You hold your breath, and then there it is! The DJ reads the name of your school. No school today!
Getting dressed in a sense of breathless wonder, you rush as you don't want to miss any of the fun. You make sure to put on all the layers you will need, tucking things in to make yourself as impervious to the weather as possible. You still argue with your Mom when she insists you wear a hat, though - after all, you are a kid.
Breaking new snow in your front yard, you watch as the neighbor- hood kids arrive out of doors. Some of them join you, and excited conversations ensue as you decide what to do first. You build a snowman, then everybody joins forces to build a snow fort. Tunnels are dug and stockpiles of snowballs are hidden away.
Your Mom calls you. It's lunchtime. You eat hot chicken noodle soup and egg salad sandwiches. The hot food warms you up inside, and your Mom makes you switch into different, dry mittens and hat.
After lunch, the snowball wars begin. Offensives are launched, flags are captured, battles won and lost. Then, overwhelmed by all of the great stuff to do, the snow forts are abandoned while you climb things you normally can't climb, helped by gigantic snowbanks. Then you jump off things you usually can't jump off of, your fall broken by the deep piles of fluffy whiteness.
Eventually it gets dark, and you reluctantly go inside. After supper you find you are tired, but in a good way, and cosy. Your Mom watches the weather report and Yay! more snow is forecast for tonight!
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The day after the big snowstorm (when you're 39 years old):
Your alarm goes off; something', wrong with the light outside. You look out the window and curse, shaking your fist at the clouds. All of the parked cars are just mounds of snow. You brush snow off a car for ten minutes before realizing it's your neighbor's car. You brush off your own car, and then it won't start. You brush snow off the engine block and the car starts. You scrape ice off your car windows. You shovel a path out of your parking spot. Then you re shovel after the plow goes by and blocks the path you just shoveled, with even heavier snow.
Driving at last, you slip and slide onto the highway. Everyone is driving way slower than necessary, and you can't pass because there is too much snow in the passing lane. What is normally a twenty minute drive takes an hour and a half today. Everybody at work is grumpy, and people gripe at each other all day. Driving home is only marginally better. Stupid snowplows.
At home, you watch the weather report. More snow is forecast for tonight. You wish you were dead.
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