Ah .The memories of snow forts and snowball fghts come to mind. Those were good times .An uncle bought a old ski-doo olympic snowmobile we nick-named it ole yeller cause of the color was yellow. If that machine could talk the trails we made with it. As we all got older newer machines were bought and we made different memories.We will never forget ole yeller and bring it up now and then when us cousins get together.
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One thing I miss about being a kid is the massive, all day long snowball fights. In Alaska some of them would drag on for months all across town or the logging camp. So epic! You didn't even want to stop to eat lol!
And Ole Yeller sounds like a marvel. I miss snowmobile towing too 😆 It sounds like you had an awesome snow-filled childhood for sure!
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No Problem .You did answer that's the main idea. Thanks and Living up in Alaska would be a child's winter wonderland. I can see why your snowball fights last for months and with daylight being 24 hours you wouldn't know if it's 7 am or 7 pm. You had some lovely memories of your own. Happy Holidays to you and your family.