Submitted 3 weeks ago by DeathByBigSad@sh.itjust.works to showerthoughts@lemmy.world
Do you want to know something awful? There might not be snow days anymore. Not because of climate change, but because of COVID.
Days where school used to be called off could just be “remote learning” days and instead of getting to go play in the snow like we did when we were younger, kids will have to sit and zoom all day.
In our region these exist but are optional. Not everyone has a good internet connection or a quiet place to study at home.
That snow storm is gonna take a while, might be enough time for !bathtubthoughts@discuss.tchncs.de
I live in Duluth, MN.
In 1991 it started snowing on Halloween and didn’t stop for something like four days.
We had four feet of snow in our yard. The town was paralyzed for days.
My sister and I took three hours walking to the corner store and back. She had to walk behind me because she was too short to even break a path through the snow.
It was so much fun.
I used to live in Brooklyn, NY
In 2010, there was a huge snow storm.
It was my most memorable snowing ever. And it was my first snow I ever seen.
There was like more than 6 inches of snow, like maybe 1 feet.
I just went out on the street and like lied there in the snow.
Before that I was in Guangzhou, China, never saw any snow there. You’d have to go like very north, like Beijing, to see any snow. I’ve never been to Beijing, but I have been to DC. So yea I never even visited the capital of my birth country lol
Now I have depression and I never really have that sort of happiness again…
Happiness only lives in memories…
Snowstalgia
I went to work the one day in January 24 when the Norwegian train company told everyone that could to stay at home. Spent five hours on my normal 45 minute commute.
I grew up in northern Canada, snow days may have happened but most I recall is busses not running (probably not physical issue but safety issues if something happened) after -40 so little use in going to school cause least half the kids needed the rural busses to get in so teachers adjusted lesson plans accordingly.
I guess even growing up I always wished it wasn’t so cold outside but the not having school days was fun to stay inside, I hated the atmosphere there but loved learning still.
I remember the “blizzard of '93”, but in the south, Georgia, that was probably 6-8" of snow. We were out of school for like a week though. I had the bright idea to take the wheels off of my rollerblades and use them as ice skates. That did not work as well in practice as it did in my head.
I live in the south. We don’t get much snow at all. I think I was thirteen when I saw my first (and so far last) white Christmas. It was only the second my parents had seen in their life. That was pretty cool.
I’m from Guangzhou, China (southern part of China so no snow), I never saw snow until my family moved to NYC. That first snow storm was SOOOO Nostalgic, I was 8 years old, it was such novelty to me.
Now I see snow so often that snowing is kinda… meh…
No I’m in Philly so snowing also don’t get as big as NYC… so… yeah…
I think back then in NYC, my family of origin was still very… like… relatively more cohesive… so the snowing was more fun, like the “warmth” of having family made the memory more nostalgic, more… happy…
Boston area. Blizzard of '78. I was 10. It was awesome. But, definitely recognize how bad it was for grown ups and the “real world”. I guess it’s never a good snow storm when people die.
apfelwoiSchoppen@lemmy.world 3 weeks ago
That’s called nostalgia.
DeathByBigSad@sh.itjust.works 3 weeks ago
I love this drug, I’m always so high on it.
I’m gonna write my memoir then constantly read it over and over like some weirdo lol
DarrinBrunner@lemmy.world 3 weeks ago
As someone who has written a couple of books, yes, you’ll read it over and over while writing it. So many times, you’ll be sick of it by the time you’re done and never want to read it again. You’ll only read it as reference for the sequel, to make sure you get some detail right.
JoMiran@lemmy.ml 3 weeks ago
You should journal.