“I remember the anticipation that would start the night before an expected storm,” writes Samm Davidson. “My two brothers and I would pepper my parents with questions at the dinner table about expected snowfall and the likelihood of a next-day school cancellation. And when it happened, it was magical. A full day of snow-covered freedom filled with neighborhood friends, warm treats, and movies.” And it’s just not like that anymore. Let’s take a walk down memory lane, shall we? Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |