There was a time when the snow plow in the church parking lot behind our house would put all of the snow into one corner. It would accumulate there into such a giant hill that was winter bliss for children. We would get bundled up and head out there for what seemed like hours. There were endless hills and slides just naturally occurring on it. Then we would add our own touches by building forts and actual tunnels to climb through. It was fabulous.
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