Snowball Fights: I wonder, but I am not sure if I really want to know, if in this age of computers, X-Boxes, I-Pads, I-Pods and a gas tank full of other things too numerous for a mere mortal such as I to remember, let alone mention at the time of this writing: do kids in the Wintertime still have snowball fights? Do kids today even go outside when it is snowing or when there is enough snow on the ground to make a snowball? Do kids today know what a real snowball is or do they think it is something mom buys them at the grocery store (do we still have those?) as a treat when she comes home from work and the baby-sitter says they were good all day? Maybe, maybe not but like I stated above, I was only wondering. I just got home from putting my motorcycle away for the "b'rrr" winter and I was feeling a little sad about now having to wait another six months before I could again enjoy the freedom that riding my motorcycle gives me. Then my mind flew back to when I was teenager and living in St. John's where on most days, snow permitting, I was able to ride my bike year round. With skis U-bolted to the frame and a chain on the rear tire and no more than five or six inches of snow on the roads I went wherever I wanted to go. Big snow storms, which I remember at times as being of Jovian size, were not welcomed by me as I had to keep my bike in our shed. But long before I was able to ride a motorcycle I wished for the snow to start flying so I could go outside with other kids in the neighborhood and play the winter games we all loved to play so much. Doing something outside in the snow, just tossing snowballs at each other, was far better than crayons and a coloring book on the kitchen table in the house. One day, after a heavy snow fall, my brother and I were out in our back yard tossing snow balls at each other when a light rain started. Rather than go inside my brother and I decided to make a bunch of snowballs out of the slushy snow for "future use". Overnight the temperature fell below freezing and by the next morning our slushy snowballs had become ice balls. "Wow, this is going to be a really good snowball fight" my brother said and me, not one to back away from a challenge said O.K., lets go. The first five or six ice-balls that we threw missed their mark and we only a few each left. Well, my kid brother was not going to get the best of me and with my last ice ball I wound up, in Sandy Koufax fashion, and let fly my last ice-ball. Smash! The bedroom window of my parents bedroom exploded in a shower of glass and my only thought was "sheet, mom is going to kill me". Thinking on my feet I whispered to my brother "follow me and say what I say, come on". I ran up the lane and started yelling "come back here, I saw you and I am going to tell my dad. I know who you are". I came back to our house and when mom said "what happened?" I said "a guy from Mundy Pond threw a rock or something at us and broke your bedroom window. I never saw him before but he was bigger than us and I couldn't catch him. Mom said "well never mind come on in the house, dad will fix the window when he gets home." I think that was the last snowball fight I participated in. Do kids today, still do this kind of thing? Snowball fights, that is.   Submitted By: Randolph Toope