100-Word Memoir: Snow Days, or Lack Thereof

Since my siblings and I were homeschooled, we almost never got snow days. We had to complete our schoolwork, watching our private-schooled neighbors wrecking our sledding hill into a track of grassy mud, until noon. The anticipation was awful.

Still, when it lasted beyond noon, snow was one of the great highlights of my childhood. We’d spend all afternoon sledding, fighting, and playing various versions of snowball fights, demolition derbies, and “tackle Eric off his sled.” 

I swore that I’d be an old geezer if I ever said I didn’t like snow. 

I guess I’m an old geezer now.

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