Best Memory of 1962

When my twin sister and I were ten, we built snow forts. It took us most of the day, and we were excited about it. We came in for a break and ate grilled cheese and tomato soup. Our cheeks were all pink, and we were laughing. Our mother suggested we should stay inside the rest of the day. No way! We were on a roll! And our forts were not finished. After our hearty warm meal, we put our wet clothes back on. Headed out there and worked until supper time. By the time Daddy got home, our yard was covered with snow again. This was “snowball snow” which means it was wet enough to ball up. We made a cache of snowballs to throw at each other, and began our fight. My sister’s fort was low and long; big mistake. Mine was tall, but tidy. She was yelling uncle as I clobbered her with snowball after snowball. We had freezing rain that night, which was a blessing. School was cancelled for a week, and our forts were frost-fortified. The best wintery mix we could have asked for. I continued to win.