Once in elementary school I walked all the way to school through the snow, wondering why the streets were so empty of other kids, and arrived at school to find the doors closed for a snow day.
Kind of a weird feeling, as I remember it. (I was only 10 or 11 years old.)
On Nov. 21, 1948 (if it was a Monday) my older brother, younger sister & I walked the 2.5 miles to school over the snow drifts still closing the roads to our rural school. We must have had a watch, because we knew that we were more than 20 minutes late. I was sort of surprised that classes started when we got there. Found out years later that the teacher was going to sent the kids home until we came. The addition of the three of us must have make it worthwhile to hold classes. Don't think the other kids were too happy with us.