My favorite holiday memory, oddly enough, did not involve opening presents. Don't get me wrong: I absolutely loved opening presents - just like indulging on chocolate cake. But there was one thing that I remember enjoying even more; it happened over the course of several days during one of the largest snowstorms in our recent history.
I was still in elementary school, although I can not recall my exact grade. But the important thing that you understand is that there was a massively gigantic snowstorm. The snow was nearly up to my chin in height. Now, my friends and I had an excellent idea: we were going to have a massive snowball fight. The wonderful thing about this idea was that it worked gloriously, due to the bountiful access to our cold white building material. Splitting in two teams of 3 each, we set upon building our forts. These were not small forts. Each fort featured a massive wall about 10 feet in length and much taller than we could stand. We also dug out an intricate network of open and even a few closed tunnels through the snow, much like the trenches utilized in World War 1.
Eventually, we began attacking each other. Our forts were huge, as were our projectiles. As we blew holes in each others walls and cut through each others defenses, we yelled things like "MAY DEH" or "BREACH" or "RED ALERT". It was just pure (well pretty darn close) happiness.
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