We would wait outside, and we could see the kids in the bus stop house watching TV while eating cereal. When the bus rounded the bend, we outdoor kids would automatically line up in our public school Pavlovian fashion, signalling to the insiders that it was time for them to come out.
Until one day. One day, as we waited, it started to snow.
The bus stop house kids came running out, all awestruck. They didn't have jackets on yet, but they just kept looking around in wonder.
"It's snowing!", they exclaimed the obvious.
The rest of us were all, "Yeah? So?"
But then we realized. Those kids had never known snow before that. Certainly they'd heard of it and seen it on TV and such, but that was their first experience. I remember that moment vividly. It was interesting to me to see someone my age encountering something for the first time. Something I took for granted. I have no memory of the first time I saw and felt snow, it's just always been around. But those kids... they were totally rapt.
A few years ago, Wolfgang had a friend, also from California, who'd never seen snow before. On our first snow day from school, he came over very early in the morning, wanting to play in it. He had on a jacket, but no gloves, no hat. He soon learned. Near hypothermia is a good teacher.
This morning we woke up to fresh fluffy snow, and I was remembering those kids experiencing snow for the first time. Yeah, it's messy. It's cold. It limits our activities. But it's also pretty and kinda fun. I dragged China out for a walk. She used to love a good romp in the snow, but as she's gotten older, "love" has been demoted to "like". Good enough.
China looking forlorn. Or maybe it's just me projecting:
Oh, who's she kidding. She still loves it!