When we were kids, before my cousin was killed in a car accident and before I left the state, we were outside my aunt's house there on Park Street, throwing snowballs and building snow forts.

Eventually we tired of fighting and throwing snow balls at each, so we turned on the traffic. First we built a little bunker behind which we could hide.

We kept chucking snow balls at cars and hitting them, but then eventually my cousin's Uncle was one of our victims, and his happened to have a rock in it, and the windshield was broken. He stomped on his breaks with a loud screech and backed up and got out of the pick-up truck and came into the woods. He had a flashlight and easily found us.

He grabbed hold of my cousin and then tried to grab hold of me. I ran but he chased me and the result was no good. He beat all of us and threatened us with the police. We had broken his windshield, after all.

I don't think we threw snow balls very often after that.