My first memories of snow would have to be when I was eight. (Prior to that my family lived in Sacramento, California). I know I saw it before then (there are pictures) but I don't really remember it.
What I remember is my family was living in a little house next door to my grandparents. It snowed a ton! The neighbors across the gravel road from my grandparents' and us had enough snow in our yards to each build a snow fort (we rolled large snow balls and stacked them up to create a wall - about five large balls) which we then hid behind. We then lobbed snowballs at each other. They were much better at it than I, I was such a wimp! I couldn't throw hard enough to hit their fort, let alone them, even though it was only about twenty to thirty feet away! (We won't even talk about being able to throw straight.) But it was a blast!
On another occasion when it snowed, we had enough snow to build a snowman family in our front yard and still had plenty of snow covering on the ground you couldn't see the grass! The snow seemed to last forever in those days.
A year later my family moved into a new house that was built just down the gravel road from the little house. It was built in what the (extended) family called the "lower pasture". Beyond our acre were three more acres of hilly pasture. When it snowed, we now had four acres of snow to play in! None of us had boots to wear. I remember putting on two pairs of socks, my Converse tennis shoes and then sticking my feet into old bread bags. I used a rubber band to hold them on. The third acre farthest from home had a steep hill. It bottomed out in a swampy area that in the winter would fill with water. We didn't have a sled so we used large hunks of cardboard. I felt every bump and rock under the snow! But it was a blast sailing down that hill. We would have to crash before we reached the bottom or we would go through the ice and into the water (which wasn't all that deep - a foot max).
I don't know when I changed from wanting to play in the snow to not wanting anyone to walk across it and disturb the pristine beauty. But, today I enjoy sitting inside with a nice cup of hot coffee or chocolate and looking out at it. I'm a little OCD in that it unnerves me if someone walks across my yard, leaving footprints because the snow tends to melt faster. I just want to enjoy it for as long as it lasts and if I can prolong it all the better.