The Snowfight

THE SNOWFIGHT We were caught by the neighbourhood tough guys: Him and me against six of the wrong kids to meet. Snowballs began to fly. They out-gunned us, and worse, They shoved ice chunks into their harmless white missiles. Hit your head? Painful. In the eye? Serious damage. We ran but I could outrun him, and did so, saved myself. He was alone to face the onslaught while I hid, coward. He never said or did anything to punish me. Made me feel bad. So bad, I was never again a coward. I was eight years old then.