The first time I ever saw snow was when I was 12 years old. It was November of 1993 and I had just moved from the Philippines to Seattle. That move was a big change for me and it coincided with inches of snow which Seattle rarely sees. I was oblivious to the havoc that snow causes in Seattle with its hilly terrain (now that I only visit Seattle during winter, I pray that my vacations do not coincide with snow) Instead, I reveled in the snow. Coming from the tropics, I am surprised that the cold did not bother me at that age. I did not complain about the weather. I did not see the gray skies, but wondered at the glow of the white snow.
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