I returned to my childhood house one last time, just sitting out front with the heater on. It was exceptionally cold, with the winds blowing so hard at times I couldn't see a thing. I saw a school bus approaching and stopping next to me as two kids got off, looking like two specs of color in a white world. They headed for my childhood house, and my heart skipped a beat. Their mom greeted them with a smile as they disappeared behind closed doors, and instantly, I was six years old again. After changing out of our school clothes, a snack was waiting as my sister and I sat at the table and did our homework. The blizzard was raging, killing any chance of going outside to play. So, with homework finished and no television until this evening when Dad watched Walter Cronkite and the evening news, board games were brought out to keep us busy. Time passed, and The blizzard was almost over as I returned to reality when the front door of my old house opened. Two kids in snowsuits jumped for joy as they did what kids do on a cold winter day. I put my car in gear and drove slowly down the street of my youth, trying to keep those memories alive for a while longer, at least long enough for two specs to disappear in my rear view.
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