Snow was for sledding when I was a boy, often on a layer of hard-packed snow on the streets of the town where I lived. Snow was for making snow angels, laying on my back in the soft white stuff, moving my arms and legs out and in. It was for making snowmen when the snow was wet enough to stick together, and snowballs and having snowball fights. It was for digging into a pile, hollowing it out and making a snow house. Snow was for skiing.
Snow caused school delays, which were always welcome. Snow caused school closings, which were even more welcome. Christmas would not have been Christmas without snow where I lived when I was a boy.
I liked snow when I was a boy. The first snow of the season meant the beginning of winter, and all those winter activities I enjoyed. In school, my classmates and I even made snow. Folding a square piece of paper, we cut lacy designs, then unfolded and we had snowflakes. True snowflakes are six-sided, but what we made were close enough.
I used to think snowflakes were jots of frozen water. They’re not. They’re really frozen water vapor. Further, they are not all lacy. Some, though also six-sided, are solid. Still others are shaped like tiny balls, columns, cups and needles.
Along with believing that all snowflakes were composed of frozen water, that all were six-sided and lacy, I was often told and believed that no two snowflakes were alike. Then I had a statistics and probability course in college, and learned that if there is an infinite number of something, and the probability of two of them being the same is infinite, the ratio of the number and probability is one, which means it will be.