Snow Castles

I can’t stand when snow touches my skin. It sends shivers throughout my body and soul. Things were so much different when I was a kid. Back in the 1980s, snow was the most amazing thing in the whole world. Back then I would enjoy lying in the snow. Snow angles were a favorite pastime.

There was that one time when the kids next door challenged us to a snow castle-building contest. More snow had fallen than I’ve ever seen in my entire life. In reality, my “entire life” was only 8 or 9 years at the time. My brothers, Spike and Timmy, started to build individual snow castles. But it was determined that we could do a lot better if we joined forces. The kids next door did the same. Our snow castle kept getting bigger and bigger. Soon, it was big enough for all 3 of us to fit inside it. All the time, we had no idea what they were building.

I was chosen as the spy. I was amazed at what they built. They had built an igloo. It was big enough for 1 or 2 people to get inside. “We have to do better”, I said. So, I started to add a 2nd story to our snow castle. I built stairs to help us get into it. I was the guinea pig. I climbed up, sat down and the entire thing collapsed. The 3 of us were buried in snow. That was fun.