There is one day that many people in north Georgia will never forget. Two people in particular never will. Those people are my parents. The day of March 12, 1993, will remain in their minds and hearts forever. On the day before the weather was warm for March, warm enough to wear shorts. My mom watched the weather for the next day because her baby was due any day now. The weather came up on the TV screen and said that a blizzard was headed for Georgia and would be very severe. This was hard to believe because of the humid weather that day, but a blizzard? Who would think that a blizzard would hit the next day after seventy degree weather? Even though everybody in Georgia thought that the weather man was going crazy, he was right on target. That night, my mom woke up and told my dad that it was time, so they hurried and left as soon as they could. As my mom got to the hospital, she was eventually ready to have her baby at 9:33 on March 12, 1993.
Little did she know she had got there just in time before the blizzard hit at Kennestone Hospital. That night the wind blew as hard as a train on her room window. As the snow piled up on the ground and road, nobody could leave the hospital because of the weather conditions. When the roads cleared enough, my parents went over to my mom's aunt's house in Marietta. As soon as the power had come on in most of Pickens County, they could get to her other aunt's house in Jasper since her power was on. A week later, my mom and dad came home with their new baby. My dad said that the blizzard came for the arrival of their child. The baby that was born on the day of the blizzard, March 12, 1993, was me.
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