When I Was A Kid A Narrative Essay

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This morning is a typical Tuesday morning as I make my daily commute to work. The blue sky is bright with sun, but it is a brisk New England winter morning. As I drive down the highway drinking my coffee, I scan through the radio stations looking for my favorite songs desperately trying to get motivated for the day ahead. Instead of finding my favorite tunes, I find weather bulletins galore warning of an impending storm due to hit land by Friday. From station to station the forecast varies from modest 2-3 inches to a full-blown Nor'easter. Let me remind you that Friday is still four days away. I finally give up, tune out, and switch to a CD I have in the CD changer. For a few minutes, I find relief from the weather prediction drama.Finally, I arrive at work. I walk my usual walk to the entrance, inhaling the crisp air and appreciating the clear sunny skies above me. I settle into my desk, and get my coffee in the cafeteria where I encounter several co-workers. "Have you heard about the storm?" they ask. I reply, "Whatever, it's all hype and they are always wrong anyway." I manage to finish out the day with several more conversations taking place about the topic dujour, the big storm that is going to hit us!Driving home, I turn on the radio again to be confronted by more of the same storm predictions. What happened to the days when we really did get snow? Back when I was a kid, we really did get Nor'easters and if I remember correctly, the weather forecasters had far fewer gadgets to work with. In the 1970's I don't think Doppler had been invented. We were lucking to have one static map up on screen with stick on clouds. Now, depending on television station you prefer, you have a choice of "Storm Team 8", "Accu-Weather" and "Dr. Mel's Weather". Somehow, in the simpler days the weatherman seemed much more accurate on their predictions.I go on to collect my children from daycare. Zachary says to me, "Mom, Mr. Morrell says we will not have school on...

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