It looks like it might be a snow day......

Do you remember those days when you were a kid? I loved snow days. My mum didn't, at this time of year she needed as much time without children underfoot as possible so she could prepare for Christmas.

Today would be one of those days. Mum wouldn't be able to get out shopping because the roads would be covered as would our very long driveway. I am sure we must have driven her crazy. So what to do with a house full of children? Send them out doors. Well no problem there mum, we loved to be outdoors.

Of course the first thing we always had to do was shovel the sidewalk and the driveway....now that was a chore and a half. Not only was the driveway long but it was on a hill. It often seemed that by the time you got halfway down the drive the part you had shovelled was already covered in snow. We didn't have a snow blower...no sirree we had good old man power or girl power who ever turn it was that time. My sisters and I worked well as a team.....we did try the some start at the bottom and others start at the top and meet in the middle.....but then it came the "you aren't shovelling fast enough" or "you don't shovel enough". Yet somehow we managed to get it done.

Once the chores were done and we still had the energy we would build snow forts......oh how I loved snow forts....hours upon hours we would spend trying to create the most perfect fort. And of course no front yard is complete without it's very own Frosty. I never figured out we ever managed to get the third huge ball of snow on top....I think sometimes that is why Frosty looked like maybe he had one or two to many....lol.

The only thing that brought us in from the snow was the rumbling tummies or the socks that we used for mittens were absolutely soaked. I know mum bought many many mittens and knitted her share of mittens as well....but it always seemed that when the snow came we couldn't find our mittens(no mittens you naughty little kittens). So into the "odd sock box"(that's a story in itself) we would go. Put on as many socks as we thought we needed and out we'd go. You know I never thought anything of it then....but I guess now looking back some might have considered us poor. But never ever did I feel poor.

After filling our tummies with soup and crackers and maybe some baking we would put on some new socks both on our hands and feet and make the trek outdoors again. This time we would venture down to the park. That would be about two long blocks from the house. We would take a sled if we had one....or a garbage bag. Down at the park there was the greatest hill. Everyone in the neighbourhood would go there. Some who had skis would try their hand at skiing, but most of us just had sleds, or magic carpets or garbage bags. Oh what fun we would have. We would stay there until almost dark or until our poor little hands were to frozen. Making the trek back home always seemed such a chore.

Ah yes, snow days......I used to just love them!