Uncyclopedia:Featured articles/December 27

When I was six years old and very impressionable, there was nothing better to do than mix snow with mittens and laughter, and climb onto it when it made hills. At other times I'd throw snowballs at icicles growing off the roof on the alley-side of a gas station, and I'd do this for what seemed like hours. When the big icicles fell they'd either land as one piece or they'd shatter and tinkle like glass-but-not-quite, sliding in all directions at once on the hard snow. Then I'd take aim at more of the big ones and do it over again.

Walking to school with my friends, we'd all plop our galosh-covered feet in half-melted snow puddles, and step lightly on top of sidewalk-ice, putting just enough pressure on it to move around the air bubbles inside. And who can I pay to equal the fun of walking real slow on newly fallen snow as cold drops dripped down the back of my neck, listening closely to that low crunchy sound coming from somewhere just under my footsteps.

For hours, when I was six, I'd do these things. (Full article...)