Our First Snow

Our first snow this year came, and oh how pretty it was. The big flakes falling slowing from the sky. It reminds me of another first snow. I was maybe a 5th grader and I was at a sleep over at my friend Susan Martins. I was a little “home sick” when I went to sleep. But, when I woke up, WOW. The 1st snow. Just like this year only it didn’t amount to as much. Susan’s bedroom was upstairs of her parent’s insurance office on main street. She shared a room with an older sister. She even called her sister “sister.” And she had an older brother who most of the time was away at College. Billy was his name and he drove a baby blue volkswagen bug - with a trunk where the motor should have been! He let us shift the stick shift, and he had a head of thick curly hair. Susan moved to Anchorage Alaska before we graduated so I’m sure she’s seen a lot of snow. But, oh my, the first snow is always special. Magical even, as it glistens, and sparkles. Every flake different, they say. I just bask in the beauty of it all. An a-a-a moment to be remembered. I miss Susan, my childhood friend, but I think of her every 1st snow, just like magic.