My first experience with snow was the blizzard of '96 (January 6th).
I remember most of the details so vividly.
I was 7 years old.
I had only emigrated to the U.S. from Jamaica, 6 months before.
It stood above my knees.... or was it at my hips?
I have never seen nor experienced anything like it.
My sister was cruel enough to push me into it while walking to school.
Yet, I thought it was the most beautiful things I've ever seen.