It was one of those winters where the snow was up past your waist. As a child this means mammoth snowmen and walking out in to a completely different wonderland. Walking to school with my older sister, as we would each day, we get into the inevitable battle of balls; Snow balls. As younger siblings will know, the sheer difference in strength and wit that your older sibling has lights a deep raging fire within and you almost produce, as what you would call in those days (late 90s/early 2000s), "spazzy strength" to defeat this older bastard with their stupid gloatin' grin. So, as I'm getting absolutely pelted by snow balls getting thrown from someone whos neck looks like a rolled up sleeve as an outcome of the immense power the forthcoming throw was going to demonstrate. I glance to the side and notice this large block of which is basically just ice. Raise it above my head with my noodle arms and as I pulled my arms back for the release of this big bastard, I fall like a lump of bricks and smash the ice all over my face. Had to stay home from school from all the bleeding. In case you may be confused at this point, I didn't leave victorious.