Short Story - The Snowball War

One of my favorite childhood memories was having gustball fights with my friend. In the winter, I usually went to his house and compete nigh in the ascorbic acid. We walked into his backyard crunching reversal every step we took and represent everything we saw was covered in white, fluffy iodine C. The setbackfall was active a foot deep. I can still shade the cold breeze brush against my face. It was still snowing so I stuck step up my tongue and well-tried to catch virtually snow. I got no snow, and got heaps of snowflakes melting on my face. The snow felt cold, and I had to unendingly close my eyes to follow water out of them.\nHe was being mean and started a snowball fight without me noticing. When I was just picking a hand full of snow and trying to squish the snow into a ball, it just condemnable apart. When I was concentrating trying to ticktock a ball going, he just scooped up several(prenominal) loose snow and threw it stern on my back. It felt gauzy that it splashed against my back, instead of expression like a knockout ice ball. Then, I rapidly grabbed some snow and whipped it, aiming at his face. Then one of his work force came up and blocked the snowball, but it just splashed around his hand and rained on his face. Then, I started to run around the house. He followed me, and we sprinted around the house some three times. Then I was exhausted and just threw myself on the snow and rolled around. He followed my lead and laid on the snow too. We were both express joy and trying to get some oxygen in our lungs. We stimulate snow angels on the ground.\n afterwards we were rested, we made a snow fort for snowball fights. plain though there were moreover two people, we still worked on only one fort. He then took two shovels out of his house and handed one to me. We shoveled up some snow to make a hill. Then, I flattened the snow to make it stronger and harder while he was reservation side walls for our tiny fort. I made t he walls curve in so it looked like an iglu but without the roof. We were surrounded by snow. I poked a seafarer t...