Indeed. I was but 9 years old, and it was the storm that truly sparked my interest in weather. My school had a Christmas program that night, the last day of school before winter break. There was no snow when the program started, but from the stage I could look out through the back windows of the building and saw when it started snowing...I remember seeing it blow sideways, and swirl around in the wind. Two hours later, we stepped outside into a winter wonderland. The drive home was treacherous, with lots of cars off the road, especially on the hills. Once home, we turned on the news and saw reports from around the area about the storm (SIBERIAN EXPRESS!!). Lots of places lost power but we didn't. The next day was frigid and everything, even all the roads, were covered in a thick layer of snow. The neighborhood kids and I sledded up and down the street (we lived on a sloping hill) all day. It was glorious. Sadly, I came down with chicken pox the next day, and had to watch all the other kids having a blast outside the next few days while I was stuck inside.