The first storm that really registered with me was the blizzard (late 1970s) that shut down the enormous state university I was attending at the time.
You don’t remember a blizzard before you were in your late teens or 20s?
Still, that one might have been the same one that shut down my East Coast university in 1978, for the first time since its founding. I got up that morning in my off-campus apartment and walked to class, figuring the University never closed. A guy X-country skied past me at chest level as I walked the sidewalk cut to the class building. It wasn’t until I realized that it had been *chained shut* that I realized that the Uni had, indeed actually been shut down for the first time in its almost 200-year history.