Springtime in my hometown was a mixture of weather and school activites, especially when I was in high school.  The state basketball tournament was being held at the university arena in my town and in my sophomore and junior years, we won the A division championships.  The A division was for the largest high schools in the state.

The weather was so unpredictable at that time of the year.  One year, it was about 15 degrees below zero during the tournament.  This was during my junior high days.  Then, I would  walk to the arena to see the games.  One day, my friend gave me a ride on his moped and that was the coldest ride I ever took.  Sunshine, snow, rain, and sometimes all three during the tournanment week.  In my senior year, three friends and I went to Vail Ski Area in Colorado on our sping break.  Vail had been open for just a couple of years.  Lift tickets were $10 all day and we spent the nights in a hostel for $2 per night and $4 the last night at a different hostel.  You took your sleeping bag and they furnished the bed and mattress.

Spring did not show its face too much in March and usually waited til April.  Even then, snow was always a possibility and the wet snows were bad for trees that had leaved out, breaking them under the weight of the snow.  All in all, when that is what you know growing up, you deal with it and it just seems normal then.