Madness In My Method

I remember being on spring break from school. It was 1989 and I was 12 at the time. I was at Camp Carter YMCA for the week, a resident camp on the west side of Fort Worth right next to the used-to-be Carswell AFB (I can't remember what it's called now). It was my first time to ever go to a resident camp, and the option to go for only one week during spring for their first ever Spring Break Camp was just to get a feel for how things were at a camp. There were fewer kids with it being only their first ever Spring Break Camp, and so it would be a lot simpler than what I would find during the summer time. (I ended up spending the next five summers out at that camp, including working there as a counselor when I got older.)

Earlier in the week we were wearing a mix of pants, shorts, short and long sleeved shirts, and the occasional jacket. It was perfect spring weather. We went to sleep that night with the windows to our cabin open and wearing shorts and short sleeved shirts.

By 2-3am we were shivering our butts off. The world had been covered in snow IN THE MIDDLE OF SPRING BREAK IN DFW, TX!

This year: "The snow pushed the seasonal tally to 15.7 inches making this the second snowiest since 1977- 1978, when 17.6 inches fell."

So now I'm doing the math and figuring out that if we could get just 2 more inches of snow in March again, we'll break our seasonal record for the DFW area. No one can tell me that getting snow in March in DFW is impossible, because I was there, bitches!