(source: question_everything) As a kid I always questioned why the adults hated snow so much. It got me off of school, I got to play with my friends and whenever it snowed life was  generally good. This year, for the first time in my life, I found myself asking the snow to stop and to stay away. Could have been my hometown of Baltimore getting pounded with 80+ inches of snow this year; it could have been from the lack of snow melt in Boulder even though temperatures reached over 50 degrees some days. It could have been the fact that in Colorado they’ve never heard the word “snow day.” I’m not sure. It scares me a little. I don’t want to be that person, the cranky snow-hater. I want to stay as that wide-eyed kid praying for a snow day.

(source: question_everything)

As a kid I always questioned why the adults hated snow so much. It got me off of school, I got to play with my friends and whenever it snowed life was  generally good.

This year, for the first time in my life, I found myself asking the snow to stop and to stay away. Could have been my hometown of Baltimore getting pounded with 80+ inches of snow this year; it could have been from the lack of snow melt in Boulder even though temperatures reached over 50 degrees some days. It could have been the fact that in Colorado they’ve never heard the word “snow day.” I’m not sure.

It scares me a little. I don’t want to be that person, the cranky snow-hater. I want to stay as that wide-eyed kid praying for a snow day.

There’s two feet of snow outside and we don’t get a snow day. What the hell, Colorado?

There’s two feet of snow outside and we don’t get a snow day. What the hell, Colorado?