The First Time I Can Remember Seeing Snow Was New Year 's Eve Of 1995

In 1888 on a Thursday afternoon 235 people were killed by a blizzard on their way home from school. Taking place in the Northwest Plains region of the United States the blizzard came without a warning temperature went down 100 degrees in a 24 hour. On a Thursday afternoon, a day before the storm it was unusually warm from Montana east to the Dakotas and south to Texas. Then suddenly within a couple hours the Arctic air that came from Canada went South. In North Dakota temperatures went forty degrees below zero. High winds and heavy snow came with the storm which caused terrible conditions. In rural areas adults working on farms and children coming home from school were the ones who were mostly affected by the blizzard. A schoolteacher in Pawnee

As I stepped out of the exit door a frigid breeze almost made me an iceberg. I did not feel my hands, legs and it caused pain in my esophagus and ears similar to the pain which I had only experienced when I licked or swallowed ice-candies in India. But this condition was pacified by the “SNOW”. When in India I remember that my family once visited one of the states of India in the Himalayan region to experience snow. During my initial few months over here snow was a pleasure to watch and I didn’t understand the reason for everybody worrying about the snowy days. I felt it needless to worry about so soft, so white, so smooth snow until I had to drive in that not so smooth snow, clean not so soft and white snow and then get exhausted to wait for the so called SPRING.

I threw on my jacket, snow pants, boots, and hat as quickly as I could, preparing for the journey from my cozy home into the sub zero weather. “Don’t forget your scarf, sweetie!” my mom yelled to me as I struggled to open the front door while holding a sled in one hand and a pair of gloves in the other. Successfully turning the lock and pushing the handle, my eyes caught sight of a scene that I’ve only dreamed of: a blanket of white covered everything I could lay my eyes on. Houses, cars, mailboxes, and even fire hydrants were coated in a sea of bright flurries that reflected the sun.

Over one hundred and twenty five years ago one of the most powerful, disastrous, and devastating snowstorms hit the United States with a deadly vengeance. This particular storm was called by a couple of different names such as “The Murderous Blizzard of 1888” and The School Children’s Blizzard”. No matter which name it is referred as, the results after the storm were gravely unimaginable. Without warning this storm killed over five hundred people mostly children. This life changing, painstaking day would hunt families for years to come. This day in history showed a normal routine of chores being done while school children went off to school, a shift in weather, the blizzard, and life after the blizzard.

On January 2010, my family gets off the plane at Logan airport Boston. Walking through the tunnel, I could feel the chilly cold weather, is was the first time ever that I got to experience it. In Anaheim, the weather is usually dry, humid, and hot, sometimes it could hit up to 100 degrees Fahrenheit. So experiencing cold, chilly winter in Boston for the very first time is not very good experience for me. As I walk through the airport terminal, and get in my cousin car as he drove our family to our new apartment, I saw something that I never saw before in my life, a small white crystal flake rain down from the sky, it snow! As I think about it in my mind, I’ve never seen this kind of phenomenon In Anaheim as the only thing that we get are hot sunny sky. As my cousin car drive through the Tobin bridged, I saw it drop at a fast pace and in no time, it has begun to pile up like the leaf during autumn. When the car goes through downtown Dover, I was amazed by the architecture of the city, and the drastic differences between Dover and the city that I live in California. The small

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Snowflakes were slowly falling down in dancing moves, and beeping of cars and noise of the city were in the air. All dull-grey roads were covered with thin snow layer; the city appeared in white shades and shiny when the sun rays got out of dense clouds. After gazing

My unforgettable memory of the winter break was on 2015 when I touched the snow for the first time in my life and built the snowman. The winter break with snow falling was common for others, but for me, it was more than usual. Overall, Georgian barely receive snows. I came to America on January 13, 2011, at night and it was my first time seeing the snow. I was surprised and unknown about snow. Back in Nepal, I never received snow. Besides, I thought snow never existed on earth. When I first observed the snow at the beginning of new life in America, I thought something was going wrong, and we were about to die. On the morning of the second day in America, I woke up earlier and found out the enjoyment of having snow in the winter. Kids were

It is strange that over time your view on a simple thing, such as snow can change so much over the years. As a child, I loved snow! I loved the way it fell from the sky, falling in swirling patterns as I ran around trying to catch one on my tongue.

It was the winter of 2006 when I took my first step outside Newark International Airport after a long journey from home. As I took my first step outside this new area, I noticed the blaring city noise, perfectly paved concrete on the streets and sidewalks and streetlights implanted everywhere along with cars. As I’m looking around trying to observe and get a sense of what is going on, one of my sisters yells “ Oh my god! Oh my god! Do you guys see that? It looks exactly like rice!” I was in complete shock, this was my first time ever experiencing snow. This is one of the many things that genuinely captured my attention that day, not only was I overwhelmed with joy but I am now grateful for the fact that I was given the opportunity to experience new things in new environment.

Our great state was hit with one of the worst snow storms in the state ‘s history on January 25th, 1978. The snow fall was mainly in the 8 to 14-inch range, but some places in the state were hit with snowfall in the amounts of 30 to 40 inches. This was complicated even more with some snow drifts reaching the 20 feet range. These unusual snow drifts were caused by winds blowing up to 50 mph.

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.

Snow can be one of the worlds most beautiful and ugliest creations. Once it first hit the ground untouched, it’s a lovely white blanket that covers the ground. But as soon as you step on it it becomes a black yucky mess. Its sort of like a relationship. There’s the good times where everything goes right and you’re all lovely dovely with the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. Reality, unfortunately, won’t just allow those kind of situations. Eventually you’ll run into the bad times where your relationship can take a turn for the worse and turn into a battlefield for war. However, just like new snow can cover the ugly snow, brand new good times can cover those bad times. At least that’s how I like to think of it as. Too bad we don’t get snow here in Atlanta.

Sometime later that night while Michael was on the verge of dozing off to the sounds of the snow falling and the television playing, he heard the footsteps again. At first, Michael did not realize what he was hearing. Only this time it was not just footsteps. There was the faint sound of a feminine child-like voice calling his name from below his window. This startled him at first because there were at least twenty inches of snow outside and the temperature had dropped to

When grown adults reflect on their childhood, many will remember the wintery snow days that were filled with playing in fluffy clouds of snowflakes and drinking hot chocolate. These frosty days were defined by being very cold, with frost forming on surfaces such as the trees and the roof tops of houses. On wintery days when school is called off, most children flock to go sledding, build snowmen, make snow angels, and have snowball fights. However, a little boy named Christopher preferred to spend his snow days inside next to a crackling fire and a bowl of chicken noddle soup. While Christopher’s friends enjoyed the white wonderland outside, Christopher watched movies, read books, and played board games with his little sister.