Comments on: Still snowing http://www.hillbillyplease.com/blog/2010/02/still-snowing/ Wed, 08 Sep 2010 20:06:52 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: jagosaurus http://www.hillbillyplease.com/blog/2010/02/still-snowing/comment-page-1/#comment-73844 jagosaurus Sun, 07 Feb 2010 00:43:46 +0000 http://www.hillbillyplease.com/blog/?p=4385#comment-73844 Glad you like the snow pictures. That snowfisherman sounds awesome. Glad you like the snow pictures. That snowfisherman sounds awesome.

]]> By: Michael http://www.hillbillyplease.com/blog/2010/02/still-snowing/comment-page-1/#comment-73840 Michael Sat, 06 Feb 2010 21:46:13 +0000 http://www.hillbillyplease.com/blog/?p=4385#comment-73840 I was born in Ohio, but moved to Georgia 2 months before I turned 11. I remember snow fondly, though I hated shoveling it. I remember building what I remember as being 20 feet long and 8 feet high walls of snow, behind which we produced a lot of snowballs and commenced in all our war. I remember running and sliding on the ice on the ground, and often falling and busting my ass on the ground. After moving to Georgia, I remember a few decent snowfalls, but one year in particular I remember leaving school early and attempting to walk home, along with 3 of my friends. We stupidly believed it couldn't be that far home, it was only a 15 minute drive. We ended up getting picked up by one of my neighbors and driven home in the back of his pickup truck, freezing our butts off. When I got home I build a snowman in my front yard complete with a stick for a fishing pole with a bobber on the end of some string, and a Cabella's hat. Just as I was finishing up, my parents pulled over the hill coming home from work and I remember seeing my dad leaning over the steering wheel to see what I was doing. It was one of the only times I can remember seeing him laugh really hard. It's one of my best memories of him. Thanks for the pictures. We don't get more than a dusting of snow down here anymore. You really made my day. I was born in Ohio, but moved to Georgia 2 months before I turned 11. I remember snow fondly, though I hated shoveling it.

I remember building what I remember as being 20 feet long and 8 feet high walls of snow, behind which we produced a lot of snowballs and commenced in all our war. I remember running and sliding on the ice on the ground, and often falling and busting my ass on the ground.

After moving to Georgia, I remember a few decent snowfalls, but one year in particular I remember leaving school early and attempting to walk home, along with 3 of my friends. We stupidly believed it couldn’t be that far home, it was only a 15 minute drive. We ended up getting picked up by one of my neighbors and driven home in the back of his pickup truck, freezing our butts off. When I got home I build a snowman in my front yard complete with a stick for a fishing pole with a bobber on the end of some string, and a Cabella’s hat. Just as I was finishing up, my parents pulled over the hill coming home from work and I remember seeing my dad leaning over the steering wheel to see what I was doing. It was one of the only times I can remember seeing him laugh really hard. It’s one of my best memories of him.

Thanks for the pictures. We don’t get more than a dusting of snow down here anymore. You really made my day.

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