The experience of PDI imprinted on my mind with such vivid imagery that it is like it happened yesterday! And yes, instant addiction to snow and big storms/any storms after that point. Woke up, just before sunrise. Looked out the window next to my bed and I could see nothing at all which was strange because usually when it snowed I could see an pink/orange glow of urban lights and could make out snow falling. I tipped toed down stairs while the rest of my family was snug in their beds (without a clue) and looked out the front door. Our covered porch had so much snow that the door could not open. It was snowing at a rate that I could not even imagine possible! I stood and stared for what seemed hours long as the break of dawn was occurring. I cherished the time by myself watching the snow fall while everyone else was asleep, as if it was meant for just me!
'83 and '96 also very memorable, but PDI started the addiction. A week off of school and shoveling out the road with the neighbors was also fun, but nothing beat those first moments of snow glory in the morning!