When I was little, I lived in a complex with a huge lawn area at the end. In the winter, the guy that plows the road pushed all the snow into a HUGE pile on the lawn. All of my friends and I played out there all day, everyday. It didn't matter how cold it was or how late it was, we were out there forever. We made long tunnels and big caves. We made forts and had snowball fights. We thought it was so great that we had a place of our own to go and hang out. As it started to get warmer and melt, our fort began to change. It formed new tunnels and more places to play. Eventually it melted all together. We were so excited for next winter and hoped it would come again, but it never did. As disappointed as we were, it kind of made that one winter special .