Thirty years ago, I was just a young child playing on our front lawn. It was a warm summer day and the sprinkler was on. My sister and I were running back and forth in the water, having fun splashing around.
Some men happened to pull up to the stop sign beside our corner house. They rolled down their windows and gave me my first taste of what some of the world thought of me.
The weatherman called for a storm last night. He wasn’t lying and as I look out the window, all I can see is white powdery snow. It’s everywhere and in fact, there’s still some falling from the skies above. It looks like a picture right out of a book. But looks can be deceiving. Underneath the pretty veneer lies an ugly truth. It’s freaking cold out there.
