The Magic of Snow

As a kid growing up in Chicago, there was plenty of snow. As an adult living in North Carolina, there is not. The ironic thing is, I feel almost exactly the same way now that I did then, just on a slightly different scale.
It took a lot to close schools where I grew up. On the order of feet, not inches, of snow was required to give us a day off. I vividly recall my sister and I listening anxiously by the radio, to either WGN or WLS, praying for the announcer to say "district 28" as one of the closings. It didn't happen often enough.
Tonight, we are waiting for a storm. We could get anything from a trace (a total rip-off), up to 6 inches. There is a buzz of excitement in the house, as we wonder what it will look like in the morning when we wake up. Instead of huddling around the radio, we will likely check WRAL's website for school closings.
As little feet snuck downstairs earlier tonight to catch a glimpse of the first dusting, it made me recall the excitement I felt as a child. Personally, despite the fact that I'm now a self employed adult and will lose business, I'm hoping for snow. Lots of snow.