Anakana Schofield – Award Winning Author of Bina, Martin John and Malarky

We took to the hill. A girl began a snowball fight with my son. They played a version of snow baseball. Her pitch was great, his catch, her catch, back and forward. She’d yell fail when it fell, He’d yell fail. By the end she was yelling “Listen to yer mum!”

As we had to go she charged down the hill with a mound of snow, cornered him and planted it viciously into his face, including left eye (ouch)… then I remembered, ah yah this gal has an older brother. We escaped, somewhat terrified of a repeat.

It was fun out there with the crappy blue sled that comes out once a year. I only regret getting on it. I think overload is the adjective. But’s it such a hoot out there with the kids — the industrious snow rolling kids who make this dam sized turbine shapes.

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