The year 2020 will probably be written into the history books as the Year of the COVID.
Quite simply, the year before the word COVID had never even been heard of by the general population.
Today, it is more than well known among the pandemics throughout history.
Already, the virus has killed more Americans than those who perished during World War ll.
It has changed every facet of the way we live out our daily lives of work and play.
Schools across the country are either shut down, on scaled-down classroom operations or in virtual mode.
The impact on children and the development of their social skills has been horrific.
Remember when even the hint of snow on the way sparked excitement among the little people?
Folks, especially children, stayed glued to the television forecasts.
For the little people it meant a chance of schools being shut down, depending upon the amount of snow that would fall.
It set the stage of thoughts in the little minds of playing in the snow, snowball fights, sledding on the steepest hill in the area, eating mama’s snow cream and seeing a big pot of soup simmering on the stove.
But the little people have been cheated out of that by COVID.
Those precious feelings of excitement and anticipation are among the real prizes snatched away from them.
No need now to stay up later than bedtime to see the weather report and which schools are closed.
Schools, now, (darn the virus) can go virtual overnight.
No more scenes of youngsters frolicking in the snow — not until the end of the virtual classes for the day.
Social skills are just as important, if not more, than any of the other growing up skills.
Snow falling always results in excitement, but not as much now because the little folks will be in school, one way or the other.
For little Johnny and little Mary, it just ain’t fair.
It has been an event that brought excitement and anticipation for the young’uns for generations.
COVID, without a conscience, has snatched it all away.
Little people, I am sure, have most likely dropped the weather man’s importance to the very bottom of the pecking order.
Still, hopefully they can get a bowl of snow cream during recess — if that even exists in today’s world.
William Holloman is a staff writer for the Mount Olive Tribune. He can be reached at email@example.com.