The Snow Day I Remember Very Little About

To be honest the only thing I can tell you is the date, 31st March 2010, as for the other details I don't remember if it was a weekday or a weekend, whether school got cancelled or whether we just didn't go. What I remember is the feeling. Waking up, looking out the window, and knowing the whole day had changed.

My sister was tiny. She's in every photo from that day, bundled up in a coat that was probably too big for her, following me around like she always did. I remember pulling her through the snow and I remember her laughing. I think I threw a snowball at her and she cried, and then five minutes later she was fine and trying to throw one back. That's how it always went with us.

I found these photos buried on Facebook. Three pictures from a day I hadn't thought about in sixteen years! And its kind of strange to look back at old photos of family members and remember very little. No one wrote down what happened. No one recorded who was there or what we did after we came inside. Just a few photos with no context and a feeling I can't quite put into words. That's the thing about memories, you don't realise they're fading until you go looking for them.