A heavy snow is much more fun as a child. One year, it was deep enough to build a snow maze in the front yard with the help of the neighbors. We used old candles to wax the metal runners to make a faster ride.
One year, there was a fluke snow in March right before Easter. My sisters and I made a sculpture in the front yard that made the front page of the local newspaper. It said, Snow Bunny Brings Easter Greetings. We had made a snowman in the shape of a rabbit the size of ‘Harvey’ holding a basket in its front paws.
The best experience with snow though, was while working in Washington, DC. It was during a restaurant’s breakfast service. Most of the staff was from Mexico, and one of the co-workers came in as the shift was winding down and said that it was snowing. One of the men, old enough to be my father, went outside to see snow for the first time. It was like watching a child. We finally gave up on him coming back in to finish off the shift, and I took his coat out to him. That is a snapshot stored in the mental photo album.