Moved from Australia to Canada. I used to watch cartoons with snow and I was looking forward to it.

I got here and received more snow than I knew what to do with

Being born in africa, I’ve only seen real snow once in my 50 years.

I’m from New Orleans and I had seen flurries before but the first time I saw snow that stuck to the ground was in Las Vegas of all places. We visited some relatives and drove to the mountains to see snow.

I eventually lived in a city that got snow regularly and learned it’s only charming for a day or two before it’s just gray mush. But I do miss that first few hours where it’s a winter wonderland.

I’ve never seen snow…

Unless you count from an aeroplane…

Not the first time I saw snow as I grew up on the Scottish Highlands and have had it since a baby, but I do remember someone else’s. My parents had a guest house and I remember one Christmas eve day around the living room with my family on Christmas Eve when it starts dumping snow, “nice, it’ll be a white Christmas” we all thought.
Then we heard a bunch of noise coming from the front car park, we peak out the curtains to see a family staying with us from somewhere is Africa, I can’t recall where but it was obviously their first time seeing snow, they were so excited, running outside on their pyjamas at 2300.
They were making snowballs, rolling around in the snow trying to make snow angels and on their hands and knees making snowmen.
My family just watched and chuckled as those outside slowly realised how cold and wet snow is. Within minutes the whole family was drenched and shivering and running back inside.
But for them it was a magical moment, makes me smile thinking back to it.

Live in Florida. Had a super cold winter in the '70’s. Finally the moment I had been waiting for. The snow came. I looked up and could barely see these little tiny chips of snow. It was falling very sparsely from the sky and melting just out of reach. We all jumped up in the air to try and touch some.

Later I heard from a friend that, in his area of town enough fell to make a snowball from all of the snow collected on a single car. Lucky bastard.

Not of the first time, unfortunately. I was pretty young and my first experiences were not very memorable.

But when I was 13/14 I think, I went on a Boy Scout trip to the Lava Bed national park in Oregon. Our first night there, it snowed like 3 feet. Woke up to our tent buried somewhat. Sometimes later that day I was in a little clearing by myself trying to make a snowman and a deer and two foals wandered by and came up to sniff and lick me before taking off. I always call it my Disney Princess moment.

Not me, but two people I knew.

The first was an exchange student from Ecuador who attended my high school. She actually cried. The other time she told me she cried was when she started dreaming in English instead of Spanish.

The second was a girl I knew in college who had moved up from Florida to attend Ohio State. The first snow that year was that dry snow that blows around, but there was enough of it that everything was covered.

Walking back to our dorm, she kept gathering up handfuls, trying to make a snowball, and she asked if we could make a snowman. We told her it wouldn’t work because this is not snowman snow, and she was mystified. “There’s snowman snow??”

First time we had that good, heavy, wet, sticky snow, we took her out and made a 7-foot-tall snowman haha

This feels like such a foreign concept to me.

My dad had to shovel snow so he could drive my pregnant mom to hospital for my birth.

Not me, had some friends from India and got to see them see their first snow in real life. It was actually more interesting to go snow coat, hat, gloves shopping. Hearing them talk about what thought would be the most important features of winter gear was interesting. For example, I would pay a lot of attention to the quality and function of the zipper, as that has often been the first failure point for me. The one boy just did not want poofiness and got the thinnest, flattest coat he could find. The other wanted a coat with some American baseball team on it, any team, didn’t matter which so long as it was baseball.

I grew up with a lot of snow, skiing, etc in the PNW. As an adult I moved to Palm Springs, where my daughter was born. She and my friends had never seen snow, so one day I thought it’d be great to show everyone. We took the tram up to the top of Mt San Jacinto, where there was about a foot of fresh snow.

I loved watching them marvel at how oddly cold and bright the ground was. They tried and failed to copy me making snowballs, like it was some alien magic trick. I ran ahead and made a sliding jump down a small slope, then stopped and turned around, waiting for them to follow. They did, one at a time, and every one of them slipped and dramatically wiped out trying to navigate the slope. Gods, they just kept. coming. down.

I was horrified that I’d accidentally set them up to go careening everywhere, but the sight was too hilarious and I could only double over and belly laugh as they all crashed about like lemmings on ice!

Not counting climbing a mountain with ice (and no snow falling), my actual first snowfall was in the 2021 snowpocalypse in Texas of all places. So it wasn’t actually a great time. We were fortunate enough not to lose power and water though, so other people definitely had it way worse than us.

Not I. My faintest memories are from 5 and by then it was typical of the season. likely my first reaciton would have been as a baby or toddler and way before I can recall.

i haven’t been the same since my first snow storm in 71. Even now every time i close my eyes, i see the white blinding the darkness of thousands of snowflakes. Not that you could ever see those tiny snowflakes, mind you. They were fast and they knew their way around the cold air. i remembers the looks on those boy’s faces when they walked into that village and… oh Jesus. i shouldn’t think about that now. Sometimes i still hear Tex’s slow southern drawl. i remember the smell of Brooklyn’s cigarettes in the frozen air. He always had a pack of Luckys. But the boys are gone now… i know that. It’s–it’s just that i forget sometimes. And sometimes all it takes is the way a snowman yard decoration looks at me… just it makes me think. Sets me on edge. And i feels like I’m right back there… In the blizzard… In the whiteout…

No. I’m not Clear enough to remember.

Though this reminds me that I remember getting my first skis. But don’t remember learning to ski in particular. Skis and snow has just always been there. I think I know where they are still today.