What is it about a snow day? I remember as a kid the sheer joy of knowing I didn’t have to go to school.
I never gave much thought to Mom’s perspective, who may have relished the quiet time of a normal day, the six or so hours when her five kids and husband would be off her radar and she’d have the house to herself.
From my point of view, it was a day to enjoy the snow, a day away from the “rigors” of school work and teachers and tests and whatever else was a part of that routine. Maybe it was just the different routine that made it fun.
Nah. It was not having to go to school.
