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It's that time of year again -- the time where I regale my kids with stories of various exploits in winters gone by. Old favorites include:
- how it snowed over 36" during that one storm when I was 6 or
- when Uncle Bryce and I used to play Hijack The Sled Train on the L-shaped sledding hill (4-6 kids would each grab the sled ahead of them, comprising the Train and go down the longer, less steep side of the L, while 1-2 dedicated Bandits would speed down the short, steep side of the L and attempt to dislodge as many Train Cars [sleds] as possible from the train, either via ramming or ejecting from their own sleds and engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the Train denizens) or
- when it snowed over 2 feet and Mr. Brad and Mr. Andy and I went out to the rock quarry that some local fiend had installed a tire swing over and took turns swinging out over the quarry full of snow, a good 25 feet above the pit bottom and Brad yelled "Let go!" when Andy was at the apex of a swing out and for some reason Andy did and he hung there, like Wile E. Coyote for what seemed like an eternity before gravity took over and he hit the snow below, spread-eagled, and there was a small "poof!" of snow that shot skyward and once we were certain Andy wasn't dead, Brad and I fell to laughing our faces off or
- when Mr. Brad and Mr. Andy and I built a ramp over some trash cans during the blizzard of '96 and proceeded to use ski poles and an inflatable sled to launch Andy dozens of feet into soft snow and then Andy's brother asked to participate and we reminded him over and over and over about how he had to let go of the ski poles before he hit the end of the ramp and he swore he would remember and of course he didn't and he hit the end of the poles like the dog in a Foghorn Leghorn cartoon and plunged head-first into the pile of snow on the far side of the ramp and sunk up to his shoulders but couldn't fall over because the ramp was propping him up and so his feet just flailed around in the air uselessly and Brad and I couldn't breathe from laughing so hard and his muffled cries for help fell on ears rendered senseless from giggling.
You know, those sorts of stories, all of them delivered in a single breath (as hopefully rendered above).
So what are your best snow/winter stories?