Last one to post in this thread wins!

I was 8. I remember dad crawling out a bedroom window to be able to dig the door open so we could get out. Remember sliding down off the roof of the house into the backyard. It was 2 days before a wheel loader made a bucket width trail down our street. Was great though never had to go to school for a week I can still see the piles of snow along the streets I couldn’t see the houses. Storm of 97 meh no comparison.