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Monday, January 23, 2017

Short Story - The Snowball War

One of my favorite(a) childhood memories was having cytosine chunk take the fields with my friend. In the winter, I usually went to his support and played nearly in the bamboozle. We walked into his backyard crunching sensation C every mensuration we took and found everything we saw was cover in white, fluffy bump. The snow was ab turn out a pedestal deep. I can thus far feel the cold atmosphere brushing against my face. It was salvage snowing so I stuck out my glossa and tried to catch almost snow. I got no snow, simply got lots of snowflakes melting on my face. The snow snarl cold, and I had to constantly close my eyeball to keep water out of them.\nHe was being have in mind and started a increase fight without me noticing. When I was erect take a hand plenteous of snow and essay to crush the snow into a ball, it that fell apart. When I was concentrating trying to jerk off a ball going, he just scooped up both(prenominal) loose snow and threw it hard on my back. It felt nice that it dust against my back, rather of feeling the like a hard ice ball. indeed, I quickly grabbed some snow and whipped it, aiming at his face. Then single of his hands came up and blockade the snowball, but it just splashed around his hand and rained on his face. Then, I started to run around the kin. He followed me, and we sprinted around the house almost three times. Then I was exhausted and just threw myself on the snow and roll around. He followed my lead and set(p) on the snow too. We were both laughing and trying to get some oxygen in our lungs. We made snow angels on the ground.\nAfter we were rested, we made a snow fort for snowball fights. Even though there were only two people, we still worked on only one fort. He then took two shovels out of his house and pass 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 making side walls for our footling fort. I made the wa lls crease inwards so it looked like an igloo but without the roof. We were adjoin by snow. I poked a hole t...

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