It didn't snow where I lived as a child, in southern California...so it's easy to remember the one and only snow that I ever saw there. I was about 4 years old...
It got cold enough to freeze our birdbath and fish pond. I remember that morning getting up and seeing the snow...I quickly dressed...went out and ran around the yard trying to catch the falling snowflakes from the sky.
I had never seen frozen water, outdoors and noticed that the birdbath water was frozen. I hit it with my hands...but it wouldn't break...so I went and got my grandfather's hoe. I hit it once...nothing happend...so I hit it again, and this time, the birdbath split in half and fell to the ground. Needless to say, I got a spanking but recovered quickly because the next thing I remember is putting on my roller skates, going back outside again...climbing onto the little bridge over the fish pond...which couldn't have been very easy with roller skates on because it was an arched bridge. I got the idea from watching the Ice Capades, which I had been taken to see many times.
I climbed over the railing, of the bridge, and planted my skates firmly on the ice...started to roll and heard a loud cracking noise...the ice broke. I went down under the water very quickly...and no sooner had I fallen I felt the hands of my grandfather lifting me out...soaking wet...cold and with roller skates on. I knew instantly that I was in trouble again.
That was many, many years ago...and to my delight the little bridge was saved and still exists. The bridge was part of a fish pond that had a lion's head fountain...the water came out of the lions mouth. The bridge was made of cement carved to look like logs by my grandfather...who was a sought after craftsman.
To see the bridge click the blog: Life at the Ranch