From my book "A Belfast Kid", this is a memory of the "big snow" of 1963
There
was meaning in the crunch and slosh of snow underfoot,
a
particular remembrance of a deep white winter
when
this ten-year-old boy witnessed a wow of excitement,
unable
to see paths, gardens, roads where they were before
overnight
layers of flakes buried the whole neighbourhood,
adults
complaining things were bad, kids seeing only good.
Cold
hands, frozen toes, risks of chilblains, all part of the game
in
this brilliant-white landscape, a brand new playground to explore -
snowball
fights, falling over, stamping footprint patterns, enjoying
a
pure sense of fun as if there would never be anymore.
"A Belfast Kid" is available in paperback from all major online booksellers including Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Waterstones, WH Smith............
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