An Indoor Snowball Fight

Picture taken by my brother in law.

I watched a video yesterday of a young girl trying to get her start in the music business. She was good, and I wish her all the luck, but the reason I watched the video was because it was filmed in my high school's hometown. It's been ages since I have visited so I was a little hungry to see what I remembered. A few things, the beach and piers, brought memories back of Home Coming and long walks, but a few shots had me wondering where it was truly filmed. Isn't that the case with memories? We will remember it in our own way with our own point of view. My goal is to make notes of my memories with a good slant, and it starts with a snowball fight.


Our family started a white elephant gift exchange a few years ago. Something to do after we eat Christmas dinner, because we open the Christmas gifts in the morning. There were a few times I failed miserably at the gift giving for this occasion, even one year writing an "IOU" note for a gift I forgot. I know, call me Queen Lame! But this year I wanted to make sure I did better. I set out to make some gifts that might be desired, or stolen even.

One of the gifts I made was an Indoor Snowball Fight. I loved the idea when I saw it on Pinterest, but they were sold out even if I had wanted to buy them. So, I set about finding a good tutorial on how to make a ball, purchased some fuzzy white material, and sat in front of the sewing machine for a bit. I found a great little basket to put the snowballs in, but it turned out that mine were huge, and I ended up with 10. I wondered if it was too much, but I generally go with my mistakes and love them as much as my plans so I wrapped everything up, put a label on the basket, and hoped it went well.

It couldn't have gone better. I loved every minute of it. All I could think was it had gone better than I planned.

After all the gifts had been opened, and the laughter shared by all, someone threw the first snowball. I'm not even sure who the guilty part was. The above picture was taken early in, because my brother-in-law, sister, and parents all were diving around the room and hiding behind walls during the fight. The room wasn't ginormous, but it was full of people diving, hiding, and laughing. My boys were laughing, Captain ended up falling on someone in the craziness (I think our youngest), and I know I ended up with a snowball in the face once or twice. I didn't dress appropriately for a snowball fight, so I tried to stay on the sidelines taking pictures, which none turned out well at all. I should have just dove in the best I could! My brother and sister-in-law were busy stealing the snowballs and hiding them under their daughter. They cracked me up! You can see they have numerous ones already in the picture, though I think some were carefully stolen back as the fight progressed. The winner? I would say all of us.

I absolutely loved this moment from our Christmas. So much laughter and fun. We all had full bellies and had finished watching Jim Carrey's Christmas Carol. We had shared presents, stolen presents, and eaten candy. And then the evening finished with the Snowball Fight. Truly, it was a great time I want to always remember.