It was January of 1985. I along with family had just immigrated to the United States and had barely settled in, in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. I was waking up one morning and going for a stroll at a local park (Seward Park), watching the snowfall, and it dawned on me that I was in a completely foreign land. Immigrating from the South of China, I had no concept of what snow was. Watching the snowfall and walking on snow became my earliest memory of  the States. For whatever reason as a child I found the snow to be exciting and understood that I had a lot of learning and adjusting to a new everyday life. 

– Steve Mei

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