There are elements of my personality and essence that I reflect on and try to understand what is their origin. One of these is realizing that I get happy when it snows. For some people, they dread the driving, the shovelling, etc. It was never like that for me. When I look back on my childhood growing up in Pennsylvania, snow was an important element in our lives. When snow was in the forecast, there was this drama in the forecast, hoping it would be enough so that SCHOOL would get cancelled. The ritual started the night before, listening to the radio to get the forecast. This was before the Weather Channel. Then after nervously struggling to sleep, we arose early to listen to the radio. We anxiously awaited to hear the name of our school district cancelling school. When we got the announcement, we cheered and celebrated. How much did we not want to go to school? A lot. We didn't have to trek off to buses in coats, gloves, and galoshes. We could stay at home, eating