It was a brutally cold day back in the late 1970s. We were all decked out in our heavy jackets and boots. We wished we were back inside enjoying the warmth of the heaters as they pushed their hot air into our faces and the classroom. Under our jackets, some of us were dressed in sweaters, while others had on sweatshirts. Everyone had on long pants.
Loved your story...it brought back memories of playing outside in the cold, snowy North Eastern US winters. I wouldn't dare step outside on the ice today without my treads, given how long it takes older folks to heal.
I think I just melted at the scene of junior Matt helping his mother across the street!
Loved your story...it brought back memories of playing outside in the cold, snowy North Eastern US winters. I wouldn't dare step outside on the ice today without my treads, given how long it takes older folks to heal.
haha, I can relate. We never seemed to get what we wanted WHEN we wanted it and, by then, we didn't need it. The story of my young life! :)
Lovely story, Matt! :D