Does anybody else remember where they were and what they were doing in the Blizzard of ’96? I was 9 and in 5th grade. We’d just barely returned to school from Winter Break, and a snow storm hit most of the East Coast (arguably one of the top 3 worst in a century), dropping 8-10 inches of snow on Central Va in less than one day, followed by several inches of sleet, before finishing with another 8-10 inches of snow over the next two days. Everything shut down. A few days later, another system dropped another 6 inches on us. I thought it was great. It was magical. Snow as far as the eye could see. I remember walking with my parents and all of our neighbors to the Elementary School in our neighborhood where we spent every day and most of the evenings sledding down the hills behind it. It was the first, and last time, the snow was so thick that it was safe to ice skate on the lake we lived on. I remember walking up to the neighborhood convenience store with my Dad pulling one of our sleds behind us, to re stock on bread and batteries. School was out for almost another two weeks, before life began to return to normal.