New York Snow

The state of New York in winter almost always saw mountains of snow. My grandfather would spend hours ploughing the snow up one bank in the driveway till it was as tall as himself. It was always steep on the bank, making it fun to always climb up this mountain of snow and then sled back down to the ground, looking back to it now it was quite dangerous. On one side of this mountain of snow was the driveway to our family home and the other was lengths of woods. Where the lengths of woods ran, we would dig holes into the base of the mountain that was the snow bank, we made it feel like the Wampa's cave from Star Wars. We would grab the gigantic icicles forming from the guttering of the house and decorate the bank of snow with them. The top of the bank was abundant with the icicles we collected from the house, giving the appearance that the bank was covered in spikes. We went on to pretend that the world had ended and we were amidst an apocalypse, living out our time and surviving in this snow cave we had created and while we were in this world of ours we would each use an icicle, pretending they were swords, fighting each other.

I don't remember when or why we stopped, I think its one of those things that you did as a child and then don't realise you've forgotten that you used to do it as you grow. I must of been 8 years old when we last played like that, my sister was 4 years older than me and being in her teens she didn't want to hang around with me anymore as most teenagers do naturally.

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Story from Deanna Crisbacher, re-written by myself.