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Here's something you just can't do in Florida
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| Posted by: Emory Schley |
10/17/2007 4:49 AM |
Having been born and raised in Florida, I missed out on some of the simple joys of childhood: activities like building a snowman, tobogganing, sledding, skiing, ice-skating and having snowball fights. That’s all OK, because you never miss what you never had. I used to watch all these winter activities on television, and sometimes in the movies, but it was kind of difficult to relate to any of it because of the foreign concept of having anything fall from the skies except rain and occasionally –very occasionally– a bit of hail.
Right after I turned 21, I found myself in a foreign land, far from home and warm weather. I was in Germany then, thanks to the U.S. Army and the communists who built that notorious wall in Berlin.
One weekend, I signed up to go on a trip to a place called Garmisch-Partenkirchen, a quaint little town which housed an American Armed Forces Recreation Center. The composer Richard Strauss is from there. So is Michael Ende, the author of “The Neverending Story.”
After arriving on a string of Army buses, along with about 200 other guys, one of the very first things I remember is just simply strolling down one of the picturesque streets, along with a couple of buddies of mine. I had only seen snow for the first time in my life a month before, and it was all still beautiful and adventurous to me at the time. The magnificent Zugspitze, the tallest mountain in all of Germany, stood majestically in the background providing a stunning vista as we strolled along, taking in the sights. Still in awe by all the snow, I was leading the way down the sidewalk as my two buddies plodded along behind me, talking. At one point, we passed under a tree, its groaning branches burdened with snow, hovering over the sidewalk. Instinctively, I reached up for the overhanging branch and jerked it down toward me a few inches before letting go. The accumulated snow on the branch broke free and fell onto my two friends, coating their hair, faces and shoulders with snow, making them look like they had just been dragged through a snowbank. A German woman, following close behind, giggled at the sight while I looked back at the mischief I had just created.
Well, I had never had the opportunity to play in snow before, so is it any wonder that I would act just like a little kid during my first real exposure to it? Fortunately, my two buddies knew the snow was all new and exciting to me, so they took no offense at my little taste of adventure. |
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Re: Here's something you just can't do in Florida |
By WindsorOhioWonder on
10/17/2007 8:32 PM |
| Ein schoener Mann Herr Schley ist. |
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