As a child, I can remember the thrill of waking up in the morning to discover that school was cancelled. The snow knee high or deeper… and all of your friends in the mood to play.
Toboggans gather. Snowmen build. Forts fall.
There was a big old sheep dog in our neighbourhood who loved to steal mittens. He’d romp around chasing snowballs and diving through the snow until eventually he’d get a mouthful of mitt. Nothing was funnier than a dog grabbing one of grandma’s masterpieces… strung through a winter coat and attached to the hand on the other side. The unsuspecting child being dragged and pulled while trying to retrieve their mitten from a pouncing, happy, excited, snow covered dog! If it wasn’t attached to a string… the dog would run for his life with multiple kids chasing behind… his belly eventually full of matted snowballs and kids dropped to the ground exhausted and laughing.
We’ve a snow day.
It’s one of those with rain and slush. Not exactly a day for building snowmen and forts but still the kids are home… happy to wake to cancelled school and a lazy day ahead with cookie baking and hot chocolate on the agenda.
And maybe a romp through the yard with the dog.
What’s your “snow day” memory?