|ice storm, 5th grade
Growing up mostly in the south (and partly overseas), I don't have a lot of snow memories. So I tend to romanticize snow! It's all quiet hush and magic to me. I remember making snow cream and snow angels and snow men. I also remember watching our boys sled down the hill on trash can lids. But my biggest cold weather memory from childhood was an ice storm when I was in 5th grade living in Folsom, Louisiana. This was a rare event in Louisiana, and school was canceled for two days. The icicles daggered from the gutters and the yard held sheets of ice. It was thrilling!