Growing up in sunny California has its perks. Like being able to go to the beach in February and be blissfully unaware of a polar vortex hitting the East Coast at the same time. However, being raised in this heat also means no white Christmases, snow days, and never being able to wear your pj's backwards, while fully believing that this action will make it snow in the morning. I mean, all kids love snow. So if you're first snow day wasn't until you were 14 (like me) or even until you got to college, you might realize that the little kid comes out in you at the excitement of this first time occurrence.

If you looked out your window last week and saw me and my other Californian friends outside making snow angels in a mere sheet of ice, you might have realized that the snow brings out the kids at heart that didn't grow up with it…

For weeks you wonder when the first snow of the winter will come. Dreaming of all those snowmen you want to build to make up for the ones you didn't as a kid. 

And only your other California/Florida friends have already made plans for the second the snow hits. 

You might get a little excited over the first snowfall.

It's all happening. You just received the email that classes will be cancelled tomorrow.

The magical powdery white snow shown in all the Christmas movies you watched as a kid isn't exactly what you thought it would be. You're realizing you never learned how to walk on pure ice and wipe out in front of your friends constantly. 

Winter was fun and all. But then you realize there's another storm heading for you next week and you start to wonder where that 70 degree weather is you're used to year-round.