I have just entered a state of depression, because yesterday, it snowed! Yeah, that's right, in the beginning of the fall season, there is a three inch blanket of snow covering everything! Don't get me wrong, I love snow, but when it wipes out an entire season, then it gets to be too much.  The first snow of the year is always awesome, because it is so packable, and the earth isn't icky or mushy yet.  But when you get halfway through the winter, everything is wet, icy, icky,.....you know what i mean?  

I believe that the best thing about the snow is snowball fights.  Who doesn't like them?  I remember one time when My friend and I had a snowball fight with several girls that were in my neighborhood. I forgot what had started it, but it was fun!  Towards the end of it, this girl came up and hit my shoulder with an iceball.  (This is like the climax of the fight).  I remember her running away laughing, and when she got to the other side of the street, I aimed for and hit her head.  She pretended to be crying, and they all went inside.  Five minutes later, all the girls came out with make up on, and started chasing us!  It was sort of fun, until we ran out of breath and had to book it to my house.