How One Snowflake Changed My Life

The first time I ever saw snow falling, I was 21.

It fell from the sky like plump feathers and landed on my face and my tongue. I laughed. I cried. It was pure magic and, as long as I live, I will never forget it.

Apparently neither will my children, as they reminded me this morning on our drive to school.

Me: “Do you remember where I was when I first saw snow?”

My older child: “Yes Mum.”

My younger child: “You were 21.”

Older child: “It was on your first trip overseas.”

Me: “Let me tell you where it was though...”

Older child: “It was in Germany.”

Younger child: “In Hamburg.”

Older child: “The people there are called hamburgers.”

Younger child: “And it was sooooo magical.”

There may or may not have been an eye roll.

(I may or may not be a chronic story repeater.)

It’s amazing to me that I went from a person who never thought twice about snow to someone who would spend the rest of her life chasing it, purely because of that one moment.

I will never forget Hamburg.

And apparently, I will never let anyone else forget it either.

What’s that one moment for you? The time your entire life changed and a whole new slice of the world opened up?

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Also here are two other substacks of mine that have resonated really well that you may not have read:

1. That time I hooned around Italy with three girlfriends and got us stranded

2. What I want to do before I turn 50