I spent the first nine years of my life in NYC so I experienced snow every year. I did all the normal things; caught snowflakes on my tongue, made snow angels, built snow people and slid down anything tall enough using a cardboard box or anything we could find.
When my oldest was seven, we took her to Chicago so she could do the same (my girls were born and raised in Miami). The weekend before we were scheduled to go there was a huge snowstorm that closed the airports. When president’s day weekend came along and we flew up, there was no snow falling. There wasn’t even any snow left on the ground to play with! So we cancelled our hotel reservations in Chicago and drove north into Wisconsin to find snow. It turned out well. Katie got to play with snow, although she didn’t get to see snow actually falling, and later we returned to Chicago and went to the natural history museum.
When Emma was seven we all went to Colorado Springs. We wanted to make sure there would be snow! Well, they were having their warmest temperatures in history that week (just for us). We didn’t get to see snow fall until we were at the airport returning to Miami a week later. There was plenty of snow when we drove up into the mountains from Estees Park (and Elk!), and there was plenty of snow on the ski slopes (temperature was 4 below during the warmest part of the day!).
Finally, both girls got to catch snowflakes on their tongues, make snow angels, built a snowman and have a snowball fight!
