Don't ask me where I was in this picture, but this must have been the first time I saw snow. I grew up in a place where it never snowed. It is Dos Palos, California. We do get slightly cooler Falls and frost on the ground for Christmas if we're lucky. Spring is great with a few showers and summer got up to the 100's. I spent a lot of time outside. We ran around in next to nothing and didn't care because we lived on 10 acres in the country. My hair stayed white blond until I was 10 because it just bleached out from playing and swimming.
When I went to BYU, I heard that it snowed in Dos Palos. They actually closed school and it just melted on the ground. The closest we got to a snow day was Foggy Day Schedule, which meant that school started a few hours late.
My freshman year at BYU, I was walking back to Bowen Hall in Heritage halls. I was in front of the Bookstore and these huge snowflakes were coming out of the sky. They were all lacey and gorgeously perfect. I didn't know that they got like that, I mean I guess that's where they got the idea of making the paper snowflakes. I wanted to dance around like Gene Kelly, I think I did a little. I felt like a kid letting them land on my tongue. It sounds weird that an 18 year old didn't know that, but I didn't. I had seen snow, but not coming down in big beautiful, intricate snowflakes.
