Rose65
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- United Kingdom
I loved it as a child. It would start snowing and next morning you would wake to a white world, silent and beautiful. You would spring downstairs to find dad was digging a path through the snowdrift up against the front door.
It felt brilliant to be cosy indoors.
All fine if it was the weekend but - we were expected at school on Monday! I remember getting warmly wrapped up, satchel of books and trudging to the bus stop to wait 2 hours for a bus that did come. I arrived at school to find most others there and lessons took place. Afterwards same cold trip home, arriving at 7pm after waiting, frozen solid but none the worse .
Nobody ever got driven to school anyway, we walked or got the bus. Nobody expected to just stay home, no mobiles, no emails, just carry on.
In later years, same thing as a young woman going to work. You went. No excuse at all to be absent. Everyone made it somehow.
These days soon as the slightest chance of snow we have schools closed, trains stop - different times.
It felt brilliant to be cosy indoors.
All fine if it was the weekend but - we were expected at school on Monday! I remember getting warmly wrapped up, satchel of books and trudging to the bus stop to wait 2 hours for a bus that did come. I arrived at school to find most others there and lessons took place. Afterwards same cold trip home, arriving at 7pm after waiting, frozen solid but none the worse .
Nobody ever got driven to school anyway, we walked or got the bus. Nobody expected to just stay home, no mobiles, no emails, just carry on.
In later years, same thing as a young woman going to work. You went. No excuse at all to be absent. Everyone made it somehow.
These days soon as the slightest chance of snow we have schools closed, trains stop - different times.