My first weenie memory was an Easter storm early 60s, I woke everybody in the house up yelling it's snowing it's snowing at like 5 am, my Dad was pissed, my brothers hit me, my sisters screamed at me, my Mom looked out the window with me and said, some day you will be a weatherman or a snow plow guy but today you are a kid so get back to bed. Of course I stared out my window at the streetlight until daybreak.