The big snows of my childhood are filled with stories of blizzards and trees falling and hiking in groceries on a sled. I remember sliding off the roof of the garage into a bank of 5' snow. The snows of Huggins childhood are a big less dramatic but just as fun. Santa brought him a sled this year and he's been getting some good use out of it.
Jim's family moved here from the LA area the year that Jim and I were married, and until then had little experience with snow- being SoCal natives. They've acclimated pretty well, but there are still moments where it's clear that they're just not from around here. I find that kind of thing very amusing.
The neighborhood kids and I are hoping that school is cancelled tomorrow. :) Keep your fingers crossed!
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