Snowball Fight

When I was a kid I loved playing in the snow. Sled riding was fun, but we used to LOVE forming teams and building snow forts. Then we would bombard each others forts in heated snowball fights. The forts would be built out of upright sleds or garbage cans, but mostly just built up walls of snow.

Sometimes we didnt have time to build our forts though and we just tossed snowballs at each or at objects. One day we were testing our aim on a tree while trying to come up with something fun to do. A 2nd story bathroom window cracked open on a house nearby, someone getting some fresh air.

As boredom borns, a dare aroused. Who can come closest to hitting the window? Even though we would get in trouble with our parents big time if caught, we were kids, and we were punks. So the snowballs started flying. Most missed the house entirely but some were able to hit the wall.

A kid named BJ was especially determined to hit that window. Well its funny when you set your mind on something, because sometimes the cosmos align on your side and give you what you want. Well the cosmos aligned for BJ on his next throw. I remember like it was yesterday. He threw and muttered immediately "oh yeah" while it was still in flight.

That snowball not only reached the house and not only hit the window, but the sucker went right through the open crack, not even touching anything! Well fortune shined on BJ with that throw but sometimes life is funny, for while that snowball was in midair, the guy inside moved in front of the window and looked out. And this snowball smacked him square in the face.

We heard a muffled yell and our jaws dropped. Not fifteen seconds later the door of the house burst open. With red face and wearing a bathrobe and sneakers, the guy was in full charge towards us.

Have you ever experienced full terror? Have you ever felt like you were literally running for your life? Your chest feels like its on fire and your lungs like theyre exploding. Our little legs were pumping as fast as they could. And despite the pain it doesnt even occur to you to stop running. This guy didnt look like he was in good shape at all but he chased us three streets away. I didnt lose him until it occured to us to split up. Thankfully for me, he took off after BJ.

And thats my snowball throwing story. My heart eventually began pumping like normal again and I took off my layers of clothing to cool down. The other kids told me later they finally lost him in the woods.

I guess every story should have a lesson. Well, I wont lie. I still threw snowballs at things and at people. But. Well heck. No, I guess I didnt learn anything. But looking back now it sure was fun!