Think back to when you were a child. Was there anything better than a snow day? We’d be gathered at the breakfast table, radio blaring, little sister with her hands folded in prayer, little brother jumping around with all his fingers crossed, as we shushed each other, waiting to hear WHDH’s Jess Cain read the school cancellation lists. “Boston!” Yay! It meant a day of free-pass TV, reading for the fun of it, endless board game competitions, helping Daddy shovel, putting on 600 pounds of warm clothes to make snow angels, snow balls, snow forts and the hugest snow man in the world. Wet mittens on the radiator! Then there was helping Mama reduce her inventory of hot cocoa and cookies. The “Snow Day.” It was one of the joys of a New England childhood.