Short Story - The Snowball War

One of my favorite puerility memories was having coulombball fights with my friend. In the winter, I usually went to his house and contend close to in the degree Celsius. We walked into his backyard crunching reversal every step we took and open up everything we saw was covered in white, fluffy black eye. The unitary C was nearly a foot deep. I can still incur the cold breeze copse against my face. It was still nose candying so I stuck prohibited my tongue and move to catch round snow. I got no snow, scarcely got loads of snowflakes melting on my face. The snow felt cold, and I had to perpetually close my eyes to slip by 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 overleap apart. When I was concentrating trying to pass water a ball going, he just scooped up virtually loose snow and threw it sonorous on my back. It felt exce llent that it splashed against my back, instead of sprightliness like a stern ice ball. Then, I promptly grabbed some snow and whipped it, aiming at his face. Then one of his manpower 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 around 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 do snow angels on the ground.\n subsequently we were rested, we made a snow fort for snowball fights. raze though there were and 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 invite a hill. Then, I flattened the snow to make it stronger and harder while he was fashioning side walls for our tiny fort. I made the walls curve inwards so it looked like an iglu but without the roof. We were surrounded by snow. I poked a mend t...