As a kid, I remember rolling, and rolling and rolling to make the biggest and greatest snowman that I could. My brother, being 3 years younger than me, was either helping me, or trying to beat me. He was slightly competitive!
Often, our attempts were futile, as the pieces of the snowman would get so big that we could never get them off the ground and piled up on top of each other.
Once, back inside, warming up with a mug of hot chocolate, I remember looking out the window and seeing all of the tracks that the rolling snowballs made all over the lawn, and the “dead” snowballs at the end of them. . . the ones that were too heavy to roll any further, or even attempt to lift. They were often quite ugly, tube shaped and covered with brown chunks of grass that had been picked up along the way!
