As far as snow goes, I'm thankful my early growing-up years were mostly spent in New England.  How well I remember the winters in Connecticut -- a winter wonderland for kids.  We lived on Blueberry Lane, a street with 3 giant hills.  We would wax our sled blades with candles to make them go faster, then we'd drag our sleds to the top hill. It was a tremendous snow if our ride would last for all 3 downhills. I can only remember that happening once -- while riding on my brother's back on the sled, hanging on for dear life!  Having 4 brothers made our home popular with the kids in the neighborhood, and every year my dad and older brothers would build a snow ramp in the backyard and ice it down with a hose overnight.  We had an aluminum "flying saucer" sled with handles that would catapult us down that ramp.  The kids would stand in line for their chance.  We could have charged admission!

Moving to Atlanta at the tender age of 10 was shell-shocking for the Southern accents, and lack of serious snow.  Our sleds hanging on the garage wall NEVER got used again.  I remember the Ice Storm of 197?.  My family packed up the car and found a hotel room in McDonough.  I knew how serious it was when we even brought Gomer with us (our cat who only rode in a car about 4 times in his whole 17 year life because it was such an ordeal.)  My mom, dad, brother, and Gomer and I all shared one room with Gome making those strange yowling cat sounds throughout the night.  There was another BIG snow jam I missed because I was living in Southern California at the time -- '81 or '82.  My dad's shop was in downtown Atlanta, and I remember him saying he didn't even make it out of the parking deck down there unscathed. Someone backed right into his car in the frenzy of trying to get home before the snow got worse.  That was the year the storm made national news for people abandoning their cars in droves on the interstate.  As an adult working in radio (which doesn't have snow days,) there were a few times I can remember having to have my good friend Scott (Mr. 4-Wheel Drive) get me to work in the afternoon.  I'm thankful my co-worker, Mark Arum, is a neighbor now, especially since I'm on so early in the morning.  He and his trusty Jeep got us here safely this morning  -- not sure if we'll be stuck here or not.   This much snow is so rare in Atlanta that I hope every child, and every child inside every adult, has some time to truly enjoy it!