The Epic Snowball Fight

My small five-year-old stubby arms and legs struggled to plop through the chilling snow, and I followed my parents until I face planted into the fluffy snow, which has made me uncomfortable with the icy flakes ever since. And ever since the shocking incident, I did not like the snow because it was cold, it had a weird texture, and the only way to protect myself from it was by bundling up myself in huge jackets that I did not like to wear. Until a Big Bear trip in 2016. My family, cousins, friends, and I went as a family together for two days so that we can stay in a cabin, play in the snow, and go sledding after that.

While we spent time together in our cozy Big Bear cabin, towering trees swung in the powerful wind, as the branches dropped orange leaves. Icy winds, air blowing roughly, froze our wet skin. Snow blanketed the wide field with powdery flakes as fine as salt. The brown log cabin with tall walls standing strong like shields sheltered our families from the cold with warmth and fire.

One day, my mom told me, “Go play in the snow with your friends.” I was nervous at first. I don’t really want to play in the but I am bored staying inside doing nothing. So, I just decided that I could probably play and have fun since all my friends were outside, and I had no other option. I walked outside, and I was immediately grabbed into a snowball fight.

Round snowballs, flakes packed tightly, zoomed towards my shocked face. My friends who were also my allies started sprinting closer to throw more freezing balls. Our puffy and warm jackets, which were made for shielding the cold, were blanketed with pure white snow coming overhead. Our team swayed from side to side, looking for a tree to hide behind.

“Run!” I heard a weary teammate shout.

I paused on the cold ground for a moment. My tired arms flung over my head, swiping a powdery snowball. Our hands froze, and I struggled to make more snowballs. I ran away dodging attacks, while throwing more snowballs. I found a little brown tree stump to take cover behind, I crouched, peered over, and tried to catch my breath.

What can I do to defend my team?

My legs shook quickly with anxiety as my snow-covered toes became numb. My face angrily flushed as red as a cherry, while my ears burned under my thick woolen beanie. I rapidly inhaled cold air, as my teeth chattered with excitement, as goosebumps fiercely bulged out of my arm, while my hair stiffened on my frosty skin.

“They are running low on snowballs. Let’s throw back!” someone yelled to us.

We tried to counter-attack with our snowballs, but their fluffy ammunition hit and pushed us back so that our powdery shots missed or landed on the ground with a plop. I peered over the stump to release a snowball as my eyes spotted an easy target. Snowballs soared all around me, and I struggled to throw back because my arms grew heavy from the cold and my fingers became numb. I tried to help by crafting and handing snowballs to teammates but by hands were tired from twisting snow around like a rubix cube. A fluffy snowball raced to my face, as I attempted to wipe it off.

Positive energy began to flow through us that maybe it wasn’t so hopeless. I started to pick it up and throw stronger attacks.

I spotted enemy after enemy getting pelted by snowballs. My hand released more snowballs until they flew and landed on their target. Our opponents started to retreat as they missed their shots. I rose up from my little hiding place along with the rest of my brave team to throw plenty rallies of icy snowballs.

“We’re doing better. Run forward team!” one of our teammates yelled.

My heart raced as I realized that we were winning. I panted heavily as I tried to catch my breath. A rush of excitement ran through my head as I tried to ignore the freezing weather. I walked up throwing more snowballs feeling victorious.

I cheerfully hurled each fluffy ball one by one as hard as I can so the snowballs zipped and spun in the air. As my speed accelerated, I pounded heavily and snow beneath my feet crunched with pride as they backed away in fear. I bolted around trying to avoid the incoming attack.

Wow! I guess having a snowball fight isn’t so bad after all.

Hardly any enemies are left standing while I saw my teammates approach confidently knowing that they were empty handed. The opposing team got covered in snow as they struggled to wipe it all off. The opponent’s teams were full of frowns as they stomped away in defeat.

“Yes! We won!” a teammate said happily.

Yeah. This was actually fun.

“Good game!” we all said with a grin.

I proudly smiled because I felt victorious. I no longer felt afraid to throw snowballs and I will not hesitate to rematch. A rush of glee overwhelmed me as I saw my Mom and Dad smile because I enjoyed my first epic snowball fight. I enjoyed the snowball fight but especially the delicious hot chocolate burn my lips.

About the Author

Kameron Pham

6 Grade

Kameron Pham is the Author of The difference of Gilbert, The Epic Snowball fight, and A Taste of Freedom. He has put together this book of narratives to share his adventurous stories. Kameron loves to spend time in the snow or thinking about historical occurrences. Every week, Kameron wants to improve in Writing and all subjects. Growing up, Kameron loved to read Historical fiction or nonfiction stories. When he grows up, Kameron would like to be a doctor or a lawyer