All you see is magic

The year was nineteen seventy eight. My Aunt from California on my Mom's side, Nessie came to visit. Her visit was extended due to an unexpected ice storm. It was bad. I remember when it started, our landlord stopped by to check on us. I was supposed to be asleep. My Dad told my Mom he wanted to make certain it was warm enough since there was no power. 

We have photographs. The trees look like glass. I recall attempting to walk though the mountains of snow with my visiting Aunt. We thought it was fun. All the schools were closed. The neighborhood children were all out and about. That was a natural disaster. It just hits differently when you're a child and all you see is magic.