The Discovery of Snow

Today’s post is by EIT reader, Mark Heasley. Mark is originally from Michigan. After college, he moved to Taiwan, where he lived and worked as an ESL teacher and ESL writer for five years. He said that he taught this particular kindergarten class for one of those years and “they taught me just as much as I taught them.” He now lives in Brooklyn, writing and editing children’s books. He still has the travel bug and, as I write this, he’s backpacking through Guatemala! Thanks for sharing your story with us, Mark!  — Cassie

snow flakes

Once upon a time, in a city far, far away, I taught a group of children about the world. These children rarely left the city, and they were very curious about the world outside of it. In particular, these children were curious about snow.

It never snowed in the city (ever). Many children believed that snow only existed in books or on TV — like heaven or the Smurfs.

“Does it hurt when snow falls from the sky?” they wanted to know. And: “‘What does snow smell like?” They listened silently to my answers, bobbing their heads in agreement and disagreement at the same time. Debate about the existence of snow spread. One child accused me of telling fibs. A prior incident involving the Easter Bunny brought my credibility into question. This controversy needed to end.

So one day, we left the city. We journeyed to a mountain, with a mountaintop so high that it peaked above the clouds. And there was snow there.

There was snow everywhere.

It was a shocking, frozen miracle. A vast, impenetrable whiteness stretched as far as their eyes could see. Snow was REAL!

Children collapsed all around me, frantically waving their arms and legs, making angels.

Dozens of tiny fists reached for dozens of tiny miracles. And then we had: The. Most. Epic. Snowball fight. EVER!


Mark and his little explorers

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Snowflake photo: Flickr/juliancolton

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  1. Mark Heasley says:

    Thanks for posting my story, Ever In Transit.

    Also: I thought you´d appreciate that a goat just walked into this Guatemalan Internet cafe.

  2. Cassie Kifer says:

    Thank YOU, my friend! And, yes! It’s one of those, “you know you’re in Guatemala when…” stories. I’m sure he just needed to check his Facebook.

  3. Hi guys,
    You know, being a Vietnamese (born and lived up until I was 12) I also yearned to see snow. When I finally saw snow in California, I was a kid in candyland… I still am excited about snow, 18 years later.

    Good post, Mark!

    • Cassie Kifer says:

      Aww, thanks for your perspective, Vee! Glad to see you still find the magic in it! I grew up in the North East where snow wasn’t as magical–though we did always anticipate big storms hoping that school would be cancelled :)

  4. Mark – Thanks for sharing! Loved your story and how you said so much with so few words. :) So cool that you are in Guatemala NOW! I’m in the UP of Michigan taking a nap (ok, I’m reading email) with my son.

  5. Mark Heasley says:

    Hola Laura! Glad you enjoyed the story.

    I also taught these kids about Michigan: I explained to them that I came from a land that looked like an enormous hand. The hand was mostly surrounded by water, but this water wasn’t salty. Sometimes we had so much snow that it buried cars and no one had to go to school. I don’t think they believed me.

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