Growing up in Michigan gave me a great disdain for snow, although never for the first day of meaningful snow. Obviously as a kid, it is a joy to have a snowday filled with sledding down the hill next to your house. As you get older, it is still awesome to have a snowday and get paid to shovel the driveway for your parents. Once I was in college, the first meaningful snow day meant a campus-wide snowball fight between two opposing dorms, which is a great way to mix it up a bit.
Every subsequent day of winter was much less enjoyable. Fresh snow quickly turns into cancelled plans due to the dangers of driving. Buses that run late (if at all) because they can't get around. Everything is wet all the time, and the snow quickly turns brown with the depressing pollution of the city. After the snow melts a bit, the cold weather turns the sidewalks into skating rinks rendering it nearly impossible to run. This is what created my disdain, and how I have loved any chance of snow in the places I have lived since Michigan.
The largest snow I have met with in the last 12 years was a storm in Seattle that was fully melted within three days, otherwise, it is usually gone by the next day. Thus, I have only been met with the joyous part of snow, and it is a hoot. Yesterday, we had what would be barely a dusting in Michigan (although I would have still tried to sled down my hill), and people still managed to scrounge up enough for building snow people. It is all gone today, and what a treat it was!