January, 1998.
A monday morning I’ll never forget. Seated at the breakfast table next to my brother, sleep in our eyes and tangles in our hair, well-rested, but groggy and grumpy, as most children who are returning to school from a two-week break might be. Our cheerful mother sliding scrambled eggs onto our plates, humming along to the radio commercial song, “it’s the most wonderful time of the year.”
Wonderful it would be, about 2 minutes later.

“7 O’clock CJAD News time
The PSBGM has announced the closure of the following schools…”

Our eyes suddenly opened wide, as my brother and I jumped from our seats, shoving each other out of the way to attempt to push our ears as close as humanly possible to the speaker.

“Cross your fingers!”
“Wasting your time, your school never closes!”
“Shhhh! Maybe today!”
“Eat your eggs!”