It was garbage day today and we are experiencing a torrential rain. There is water everywhere, my backyard always begins to resemble a small swamp when it rains, right except for a bit of lawn close to the house everything else is under water. I also have a small creek running down the middle of my driveway. When I got home tonight I dreaded going back out to get the trash and recycling bins, but I knew if I didn’t it would only be worse tomorrow morning, or probably tomorrow night. So I donned my gloves, wrapped up to keep the damp off and ran out to move my bins back to the house. It was so wet my boots got soaked and my gloves needed a bit of wringing out. I decided to hang them on a heater vent, which reminded of grade school when our teachers would let us put our shoes on the radiators so they could dry out.
At my elementary school very few children rode the bus, most of us walked. I loved walking to school when it rained because you could jump the puddles, play in the storm water ditches and splash each other for nearly a 1/4 of a mile before you got to school. Clearly we were out of our minds as children to behave this way, but we were young and the world was far more innocent. As a result of this close proximity and that there was a lot of water many children were soaked to the bone. Honestly I do not know how our teachers coped with us, the interesting side note is I don’t think any of us were ever that sick, we were a hardy little group. So while we sat eagerly in our desks learning, our shoes and perhaps gloves and hats all adorned the radiators drying through the day until lunch when we went down to the cafeteria to eat. We didn’t get to have recess outside in the rain so there was no chance of us getting our clothes or shoes wet once we were in the building for the day. We had our recess time in our classroom, and I looked forward to those days of spending time in the warm and slightly steamy classroom. For some reason it is memories like this which make me happy.
Does everyone remember when they were young and wished daily for snow during December and January? If it happened during the school period it meant days off from school. I remember waking up every morning, peeking out the window, seen the green grass and being very disappointed that it did not snow over night. I thought snow was amazing to play in and just the idea of having days off from school being the most supreme delight. Oh the joys of being able to play for hours outside building snow castles and snow men or at least dreaming about doing these things since it really didn’t snow that often, nor did the snow stick around for long, in Des Moines, WA where I grew up.
Then I started driving and my perspective on it all changed. The funny thing is I even took Driver’s ed classes during the winter when it did snow and that didn’t phase me. It was later when I actually had to go somewhere – to college classes or work. Keep in mind at this time I was also living in the Puget Sound region of Washington State where it is extremely hilly so getting around isn’t as easy as it is in other parts of the country. Many streets could be closed due to the fact that they were extremely steep and icy. I always knew the alternative routes, but they were never faster. I know I am a cynic about it now, but even here in North Carolina when I hear kids wishing for snow all I can think is – ah youth, just wait until you have to try driving in this stuff.