I was almost 10 years old and playing on the hill behind our back yard. My younger sister and I were sledding after school. The hill seemed huge in my memories but when I see it today it's really quite tame. At some point I noticed we could no longer see the house. Then, we couldn't see 20 feet in front of us. Even at age 10 I knew it was time to grab the sister and head indoors.
My birthday party was scheduled for the next day or the day after. That was postponed and I think it actually happened two weeks later. My Dad worked a couple miles from our home so he was able to make it back and brought a co-worker with him who lived farther away and couldn't make it back. He stayed with us for 2 days I think.
We lived on a dead end street off a main road. They didn't even attempt to plow us after the first couple hours until days later. At that point they needed earth moving equipment to come in as there was no way normal plows on trucks were going to open up the street anytime soon.
Snow covered the lower part of my bedroom window, drifting up from the ground. My room was on the 2nd floor of our raised ranch house.
Playing with my friends in that snow was truly awesome and even intimidating at times the quantity was so massive.