I miss snow days. All the schools were canceled because we had all this freezing rain and then three or so inches of snow on top of it. More snow tonight. If I were still in school, Mom would yell up the stairs, "No school today!" and we'd smile sleepily and turn off the alarm clocks. A couple of hours later, we'd troop down the stairs for breakfast and The Price is Right, with an hour to wait for All My Children.

That afternoon, we'd play in the snow. Dad would have made huge piles of snow, plowing out the driveway with the skid loader, and I'd tunnel into the pile and make igloos. Making them was much more fun than sitting in them. I have no idea why I would have done any of that, because I'm slightly claustrophobic. I wait for the tunnel to collapse every time in The Great Escape.

When I got bored of that, if I wasn't exhausted, we'd sled down the front bank. I bet it would be good sledding today. I was reminded recently of the time all three of us got on the sled and our combined weight got us all the way up the other side of the embankment onto the Highway. Good times, good times.

Maybe, if I'm not too exhausted after shoveling the driveway tonight, I'll go over to the ravine and see if Leah's sled still works.