Winter in Juneau meant wondrous snow! On the playground, we all worked together to build the biggest snowman we could. Starting with a small snowball, one kid pushed it until it was too heavy for him to handle by himself. Someone else joined and, soon, twenty of us were pushing around a five-foot snowball. There. The bottom was done.
“Hey, I’ve got the middle part started over here!” someone else yelled. We all swarmed over to help, rolling the ball until it was the size of the first one. Only one to go.
The head was easy to make. Now to put it all together.
I don’t know how we thought we were going to lift several hundred pounds of snow above our heads to place the middle section of our snowman on top of the base. Never mind that one part was by the baseball field and the other was clear over by the swing set.
And so our snowman sat, every time we had a big snow, a slowly-melting testimony to our inability to learn from past mistakes.
1 comment:
Patty, I am certainly enjoying your "Snowmobiling with Santa" posts! They are bringing back so many great memories from my days growing up in the same place. I was almost a generation ahead of you, but shared similar (and some of the same) experiences.
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