Isn't it funny how some memories stick in your mind?

I live in Australia and have done for a long time. I was born in Victoria Park and attended Lansdowne School.

My story is from around 1955 when I was five or six. It was snowing, and freezing cold.

I always walked to school as did my brothers and sisters, but this day for reasons I cannot remember I was the only one sent to school.

No-one was there at all but I remember standing in the doorway waiting for the school to open.

I was so cold and the snow fell leaving blankets of it over the school yard.

I think I stayed for a while waiting for someone to come and get me and tell me school was closed.

I remember realizing that no one was going to come so I'd better go home.

To this day I still wonder why I had to go to school and my siblings didn't.

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Another snow related experience happened about ten years ago...

Before mobile phones I used the telephone box on the corner of Victoria Park, which was just a short distance from Victoria Avenue, where my family lives.

It was snowing and really thick on the ground and to make it worse the wind was blowing throwing sheets right to the top of the telephone box.

While I was in there calling my husband in Australia I did not notice the snow had built up and I could not open the door. I had finished my call to my husband so I couldn't tell him. No one was around, so I started pushing the door to get it open but to no avail.

The only thing left for me to do was call the police, which I did. When they arrived I could see they were trying very hard not to laugh and be serious about this situation, because I suppose I must have had that awful panic look on my face.

They procceeded to get me out and look serious doing their daily duty as officers, so when I was ouside it was me who broke the ice so to say and burst out in laughter.

Then I went on my merry way, cold but red faced.

Sylvia Berry - Australia - May 2007