You woke up early, turned on AM radio, and waited. The DJ would read school closings in alphabetical order. Your entire day depended on whether your school district's name came out of that speaker.
The anticipation was unbearable. They would get to the C's... Centerville, closed. Chester County, two-hour delay. You are waiting for the D's. Come on. Come on. Dalton Regional... CLOSED. You pump your fist like you just won the Super Bowl.
Then you put on snow pants, boots, two pairs of socks, a coat, a hat, a scarf, and gloves, and you went outside until your fingers burned. You came inside, peeled off the wet layers, drank hot chocolate, and went back out again. All day. The best days of your life.