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Exercise Wednesday: Snow Day

February 5, 2014

When I was a kid, there was very little more exciting than a snow day. It was the day you’d wake to the alarm and linger in bed while the radio guy started at the top of the list, by county. Albany, Columbia, Delaware… Unfortunately, we were in Saratoga County, deep in the end of the list, so by the time they got to us, I often had to get up to make sure I’d be on time if we did have school.

Some days, we were totally ripped off. I mean, if there’s ten inches of snow or more, there has to be a snow day. It was like a rule.

Except when it wasn’t.

And those days, those were the best. The back yard was a giant white virgin piece of paper, ready to accept whatever adventure we chose to apply.

Until we had to drive. Then things changed.

Today, as our friends to the north deal with what we laughingly refer to as winter, your writing assignment is to give your protagonist a snow day. It could be a real snow day, full of fun and excitement. Maybe it’s an unexpected chance to be trapped in the house with a stoked fireplace and the One You Love, with nothing to do but experience the warmth of the fire, hot chocolate (or other beverage) and each other.

Or it could be a painful snow day, with a horrible commute, or things they can’t get done because of the stupid snow. Or maybe they’re sunning in the Caribbean, victimized by someone else’s snow day, and inability to get something done or even to get to the warm, sunny shores or paradise.

Time limit: 25 minutes

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2 Comments
  1. Carol Anderson permalink
    February 5, 2014 8:47 am

    Chris, I always read your posts…

    Just got back from Saratoga County where it has been horrible most of the winter. My daughter and grandsons live in Clifton Park. Too cold for sure…but lots of memories.

    Carol

  2. Ben Gabriele permalink
    February 5, 2014 4:11 pm

    Chris, having grown up in Schenectady I always looked forward to snow days because it was a way to supplement my fifty-cent weekly allowance? My best friend an myself would borrow the family shovel and head off down the street knocking on doors to see if our neighbors wanted their sidewalks sholveled. On a good day we could make upwards of five dollars. That’s not much by today’s standard. But it was a small fortune to us.

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