A snow day memory.

There was a snow day, in the very-early 1980s. My dad wore his plaid coat and other winter gear and I wore winter gear fit for a two year old.

There was snow that you could drown in, as tall as corn, eighteen stories high.

He constructed a snow slide, meaning a playground-type of construction, made of snow.

I was little, I weighed little, it worked like a charm.

I am sure I wanted my Dad to try it too, but he probably told me he was too big, ergo the slide would break.

I probably didn't understand, but enjoyed the slide.

Now, I am in my late-twenties and own a lot of plaid shirts and a plaid coat that I wear in the autumn, especially when I am pretending to rake leaves.