It wasn’t until I read “A Snowy Day” to my primary students just a few years ago that I learned what a doubly-deprived childhood I had experienced– based, in fact, on what I hadn’t experienced.
…And not experienced–but not for a lack of annual snowy days growing up.
(1) Never heard of ’em.
(2) Never became one of ’em.
So now, on my A1 zany bucket list, virtually, vicariously fulfilled by the real life angel to whom I am most grateful:
Are there any leftover childhood wannado experiences on your bucket list?