Growing up I remember only a few snows we had. We lived in the southern part of the country. The first snow I remember I was five and my sister was three.  We were so excited watching the snow come down. This was our first. Our grandmother made sure we were covered, head to toe, to protect us from the cold. We trudged through the snow, back and forth, waiting for our family to build our first snowman. Finally it was done! There was total joy as we helped roll the snowballs to get them to the right size. Then my grandfather placed them one on top of the other. A beautiful job. We couldn’t reach the face so he and my Mom lifted us up so we could put the face, scarf, and hat on our new snowman. We thought he was beautiful. A work of art, even if the face was a little crooked. Our joy was short-lived. After a couple of days the temperature rose and the sun came out. Alas, the snowman was gone.
Looking outside tonight at the snow falling, we have over five inches, I wished for just a few minutes to be out in it, playing, rolling the snow balls.  Just to bring back the childhood memories that were so dear.  Maybe we should all go out in it, and play just for a while. Have fun.

About Susan Reichert

President of Southern Author Serivces; President of Collierville Christian Writers Group; Retired Editor-in-Chief of Southern Writers Magazine. Southern Author Services promotes and highlights authors and their books. Married with four daughters. Lives in the South.
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