My first real weather memory was the blizzard of '78. As a 7 year old, I remember being outside with my dad at our house in Millis MA and building a wind break in the snow. I distinctly remember how the snow was being blown so hard it hurt your face. We had to walk to the nearest convenience store at one point, somewhere over on route 109, which was probably a couple of miles. I wonder if my parents have any photos still kicking around. Someday I hope to experience another event like that. I think the nearest to that in terms of disruption was the '08 ice storm up here.