I’ve only been in snow once. My parents took me to experience snow when I was little, since it doesn’t happen in Los Angeles (other than the very rare short freak storm) and we have to drive a couple hours if we want to see it. Now that this experience is way in the past, I can laugh about it. Back then, it wasn’t funny at all. See, I didn’t dress properly at all. I didn’t bother listening to my dad who kept trying to advise me on how many layers to wear, so almost as soon as we got there I was miserable and we had to stop at the boot rental place because of course why the heck would I own proper snow boots, right? I also didn’t really own anything weatherproof in general so I was cold the entire time.
At one point, I was trying my damnedest to enjoy myself and started to frolic as best as I could, made it maybe two feet, and then sunk into the snow up to my hat because there was a steep hill in front of me but I had no idea because the snow was deceptively flat, not sloping down. Mom was freaking out and trying to dig me out, Dad was literally rolling on the ground laughing from how hilarious we looked.
I’m not really sure how much longer we’d stayed, this was years ago so my memory of the trip is really hazy other than that moment, but I haven’t been to the snow since. I’d love to be somewhere while it’s snowing someday because it seems like it’d be really gorgeous falling from the sky and not stuffed up my sleeves.