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bibliophile222 t1_j0gm8jk wrote

When I was a kid, we had a particularly snowy winter (maybe the winter of 1993-94?) and I built a big snow cave to hang out in, which was pretty cool. Also, there was an old track through the woods that used to be a rough road up our very long, steep driveway before my family made a new one right next to it, and one year we had snow followed by freezing rain, so the track formed a super hard crust and basically turned into a luge run. Best. Sledding. EVER.

Sadly, the first snow memory that popped into my head for my adult years wasn't as fun: when I was living in MA, we got a couple feet in one storm and I had to wade through the snow to my gas station job and then shovel for hours. Woot.

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whaletacochamp t1_j0h3rvb wrote

Born in March of '93 and can confirm that it was absurdly snowy. State police almost took my mom to the hospital on a snowmobile. Luckily my grandfather was in the local fire department and took one of their big trucks with chains to bring her in.

There's a pic of my mom standing in the window with me as a newborn, and my dad shoveling snow onto a snow bank that was easily 4x the height of my 5yo sister.

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Cyber_Punk_87 t1_j0shog5 wrote

I lived in Danville that year and it was a super snowy one for sure! We went to the neighbor's for dinner during a storm that dropped 3' of snow and we all piled into dad's plow truck to go across the street (long driveway) because he knew he'd need to plow us back in.

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