I remember going to the movies with my family when I was about 9 years old. When we got to that old theatre near willowbrook mall, it was just an average December night. We saw "Edward Scissorhands". The movie finished with Edward back in his house on the hill, incessantly carving snow sculptures. The ice flakes spread everywhere and became the snow for the town. I was to young to pay attention to the weather reports so I had no idea it was going to snow that night, and neither did anyone in the theatre. As we all walked out in that "just saw a movie" daze we were sure suprised to see a full foot of snow on the ground that had fallen since we were in the theatre. Edward was working his magic for us.
The ride home was an edge of your seat thriller as we inched down the freeway passing giant semi's run off the road. They looked like dead dinosaurs in a blurry haze. It was a complete white out, you couldn't really see where you were going, just following the tail lights ahead of you. We made it home. I still remember the foot deep footprints on the front lawn that disappeared by morning, covered in even more snow.
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