Blizzard of '93 was one of my earliest memories. We have a cabin on the Hiwassee River and that weekend we were going up with my grandmother, aunt, two cousins, along with my family (Mom, Dad, sister, twin brother, and me, plus a dog). We got snowed in. Our fireplace got blocked by snow and we got smoked outta the top level of the cabin. Luckily, we had a woodburning stove that we cooked soup and chili on, along with living off snowcream. My parents and the neighbors had to chainsaw through seventy five pine trees to clear the road so we could leave. We only had one care that could handle the snow and all had to pack in there to make it back to Chattanooga. I remember walking on top of the icy snow and then suddenly hitting a soft spot and having the snow reach above my head. My parents always tell me stories about. They said it was fun at first then it started to get worried when we started getting low on food and other supplies. We still got pictures and stuff, along with a shirt from news channels that say "I survived the blizzard of '93!"