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The Annual Snowball Fight

12/16/2016

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This time of year of giving is one that sparks a giggle of glee in me.  Around the end of November, I am already thinking about the special people in my life and what I can offer to bring them delight and to let them know they are loved.  My little child comes out and I want to play.  It may not be everyone’s version of the holidays but I definitely have visions of bright twinkling lights, freshly fallen snow glistening under the sun’s shower of rays, gingerbread cookies and my favorite holiday treat, Stollen.  Intense spicy smells of pine, cinnamon, nutmeg, eggnog and hot cider fill the house with all of those rich aromas that are warm and cozy when I come inside on a frosty snowy day...

​Snow and playing in the snow is as much a part of the ritual of the season for me as anything else.  As a kid, growing up in the rural mid-west where piles and piles of snow continue to mount up all winter, my brother, sister, and I would spend hours making up games and romping in the white fluff.  We did the usual sledding and skating, which requires equipment but the most fun was without any accouterments other than being bundled in warm clothing and using our imagination.  Making trails for the game of fox and geese would find us creating elaborate zigzags of pathways across the pristine winter palette.  I loved the crunchy sound my red boots made in the dense snow and watching the intricate patterns unfold.  The chase would begin at dusk, making it more difficult to see the path to safety.  “Run, run, run little goose,” and I ran as fast as I could while my sister, Mary, ran in the other direction.  My brother, Drake, as the fox, leapt across paths in order to catch us.  Sometimes, the “geese” would crash into one another and we’d fall into the snow laughing and then make snow angels.  
 
Snow lends itself to forming many captivating and stimulating creations.  Damp snow is just the right consistency to roll into a ball that will be sticky enough to hold together.  Taking that ball and rolling it on snow across a lawn quickly swells it into a globe as large as one desires.  These enormous balls can then be shaped into a traditional snowman or to make animals, bugs, landscapes, fantasy creatures and are especially great for use as walls for building structures.  Loose snow is packed in between as mortar binding the walls together.  My love of designing structures was definitely fostered through constructing snow art.  With a simple cardboard box as a mold for the snow, I have constructed igloos, built intriguing geometrical abodes and fashioned snow blocks into castles. 
 
What would winter be like for a kid without a Snow Fort and an
​Old-Fashioned Snowball Fight?
Forts are necessary in winter when you are a kid.  They are useful as an open topped house or gathering spot for friends and are especially useful as a defensive structure for snowball fights. What is winter without a good old-fashioned snowball fight?  Snow fort building is a skilled art.  The walls must be strong enough to withstand the pounding fury of the snowball blitz and to protect the secret cache of snowballs. 
 
Our snow forts were carefully planned and constructed.  We started by scouting out locations and juxtaposing them opposite one another at an appropriate distance for both safety and firing range.  Days were spent on building forts that would be sturdy enough to defend against the onslaught.  A series of shelves were built to keep the snowballs within easy reach.  Dozens and dozens of snowballs lined the shelves; there could never be enough.  At night temperatures would drop and freeze the balls into icy stinging projectiles.  Anticipating the fight is as much a part of the game as the actual event.  As I write this I am struck by how fondly I remember our annual snowball fights, yet at the time, I would quake in terror with the thought of being pummeled with compacted ice.  It is a game of hiding and seeking and requires quick action and focused attention.  Sneaking up on your opponents takes daring and strategy.  It also takes bold courage.  Bold offense was not my strongest point.  I definitely took a more defensive approach to avoid the pain of getting smacked in the face with an ice ball.  I learned how to take cover, dodge and run.  I was also great at replenishing snowball ammo.  It is nice when you have a cooperative team and each one takes on the job they do best.
 
My brother’s agility and undaunted fearlessness was something incredible to watch.  It was one reason I was so timid.  In my mind, his ability superseded my own to such an extent that I could not imagine being a formidable foe or even coming out of it without some bodily damage.  His trajectory was always swift and accurate.  I remember one year crouching against the wall of the fort while he snuck up from behind and flung a big one at my back and later suddenly appeared above me and I felt a cold ball smash into my face.  I can still hear his loud laughter as he darted away while my snowballs flew past him. 
 
While I defended the fort, my sister took offense.  She bravely ran all around chasing after my brother.  His dexterous swerving and weaving kept most of the snowballs from hitting him while at the same time he turned abruptly to squarely strike her.  Spunky and undismayed with hits from both of them, she returned to the fort for a fresh supply of snowballs.  I ventured out to lead him away with my own stash.  Running felt so freeing and I was able to aim true giving me a satisfying glimpse of my own capabilities.  A barrage of flying snowballs coming from every direction filled the air as all of us ramped up our game.  The game ended when all of the snowballs had been thrown and our energy spent.  Covered in splotches of snow, our noses and cheeks red with cold, the light from the house beckoned us to come in from the dark for some hot cocoa.  Together, a bond of contentment in meeting the challenge filled us.   
 
Each year I amicably entered the game with enthusiasm.  The joy of participating outweighed the discomfort and apprehension I felt.  There was a knowing that in spite of my fears there was another energy calling me.  The love and delight of joining with my brother and sister in play links our hearts forever.  It may sound strange for a conflict avoidant person to speak with relish about a snowball fight, yet there truly was no intent to harm one another. Those years gave me an understanding of my own capabilities and developed qualities of resilience, how to face challenges and to have discernment.  Times have changed and we are more aware of safe boundaries; no hits to the head and face.  Even more than the gift of personal growth,
I am filled with a depth of Joyful connection that will always be remembered through sharing play time with my dear brother and sister, friends, companions and loved ones.
May the Gift of Play bring You Love, Friendship and Joy!
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4 Comments
Mary Wallis
12/17/2016 10:31:30 am

You've captured it perfectly. And on a glistening winter day here in Oregon, I yearn for another game of geese and fox, and of course the raucously exhilarating master game of all times; the snow ball fight with you and our beloved Drake.

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Dorothy
2/4/2017 09:26:23 am

We'll have to do it again, Mary. Looking forward to play time with you in March.

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Scott R Watkins
12/17/2016 11:32:24 am

this is really a good read. right on the button nose.

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Dorothy
2/4/2017 09:28:46 am

Bet you made plenty of forts in your time, Scott.

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