When did snow days change from magical gifts from Mother Nature to pains in our eternal backsides?
I think it was somewhere between youth and adulthood, to be sure, but when exactly did that change occur?
I’ve been away a long time, you know, and though we had hurricane days in Florida, those didn’t have the same charm that snow days brought.
I mean, kids stayed home from school, but they also spent the time removing tree limbs, living without power and maybe cleaning up a flooded mess. Or worse. It wasn’t fun at all.