When you are a kid, you look forward to snow. You do not mind the cold, you like that it is slippery and that you can compact it into balls and toss it at your sister. Having lived my childhood in a warmer climate in Arizona, winter snow was a concept in a far away land, just over the threshold of forever. It was a place that lucky kids got to experience, and we did not. The best we could hope for in terms of a snow day was the occasional monsoon season that caused a few closings due to flooding. Still, one could not really enjoy a rain storm as much as one does a snow day.
I moved to Michigan in 1999, after living in Georgia for fifteen years. I did experience snow in Georgia, but in that environment, even a mere two inches will shut down the city. The airlines will shut down because the do not have the equipment to plow the runways, not like Chicago, New York and Detroit.
So when I moved to Michigan and experienced the heavy snowfall the following year in the winter of 2000 to 2001, it was mind blowing. There were huge drifts of snow everywhere, and mountains of snow in parking lots that became those bitter gray gooey piles that seem to sit there all season until it warms above 50 degrees.
Today as a long time resident of Michigan, it is funny to me to look back at my reaction to those early days of living here, and compare it to my reaction to snowfall now. However, the little kid in me still has me look out my front door into the elements. I think about crossing that winter threshold into forever and play like the child I was in Arizona. How I would love to walk through that doorway like those tales of Narnia, and go back in time once again.