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Show in my father's house/ 221 Ours is the biggest! The best and biggest snowball on the whole playground!" "Can you climb it?" Michael challenged. "I think so," I said doubtfully. It was at least five feet tall. "Well, go on," he pushed. "Give me a leg up." Michael laced his fingers and I stepped into them, hugging and clawing the snowball until I was on top. It was high, but the snow beneath looked soft, covering the asphalt like a layer of feathers. I jumped, my heart vaulting into my throat. It was great fun. "Do it again!" I yelled. We rolled a smaller snowball for a step, and climbed up over and over, jumping and laughing, screaming and leaping until the ground beneath was packed solid ice, but slipping and laughing and still jumping, but Michael not laughing and I didn't notice until I felt myself falling, falling down, trying to get my feet under me, putting out my arms to protect my face, hearing the thud and snap as I landed. I craned my neck to stare up at Michael. He got to his feet. "Move or I'll jump on you." I shook my head, trying to clear the filmy ice which settled over my eyes. "You bully," Sally was screaming at Michael. "What did you push her for?" I looked down at my arms spreading in a triangle before my face. They curved and wavered like something liquid. My knees |
