The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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This is a memory that my mother had of what most of her snow days looked like growing up. She was fortunate enough to grow up in a nice neighborhood covered with trees. This particular day was great because she recalls how perfect and peaceful everything in her life seemed.

Growing up in a nice neighborhood was something that my mother was very fortunate to have, and something that she took great advantage of. Her favorite thing about her neighborhood was when it would snow during the winter months. She and her neighborhood friends would receive the news that school was cancelled, and then all come together for a long day of sledding and frolicking in the streets. Their neighborhood was one that had very few houses and a lot of trees surrounding them. The wooded areas meant a lot of her childhood was spent outdoors exploring everything they could. It was always peaceful, mostly because of the lack of traffic coming through the neighborhood. But the neighborhood was especially peaceful when it was snowing. It was quite literally like a winter wonderland. No one was driving, the snow was quietly blanketing every inch of the outdoors, and the only noise anyone could hear was the joyful laughter of the kids sledding down the empty streets. It was one of those days where the only worry in the world was avoiding a face plant into a snowbank at the bottom of the hill and steering clear of yellow snow. Her and her friends would be running around all day. The only thing that could end the day was the awful feeling of wet, cold socks or the wrath of parents summoning the kids home for dinner. That time had finally come, and her and all of her friends were wiped. The only thing keeping her awake on her sleepwalk was knowing some hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream awaited her at home, partnered with some scalding chicken-noodle soup.

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This is a memory that my mother had of what most of her snow days looked like growing up. She was fortunate enough to grow up in a nice neighborhood covered with trees. This particular day was great because she recalls how perfect and peaceful everything in her life seemed.

Decade: 1970s
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Recorded by JT Breslin on December 7, 2020
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