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If I Could Fly Away - Part One

Story ID:3493
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Family Memories
Location:Sambro Nova Scotia USA
Year:1970
Person:Me
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I Could Fly Away - Part One





The storm passed. Cold white clouds parted and a
bright sun reflected off the white landscape. It
had been a big storm, dumping more than a foot of
snow, which the winds whipped into huge drifts.
One drift was six feet high and stretched across our lawn, parallel to the driveway.

"Mum, can I go out and play now?" I asked.

Mum looked outside. "OK, but be careful. Stay in
the yard." She warned.

Mum bundled me up: sweater, thick winter coat,
hat, scarf, and a pair of winter boots that were so heavy, they felt like lead blocks on my feet.
The strong wind ripped the door from my hand as I
stepped outside. With Mum's help, we got it
closed, but not before every loose paper on the
kitchen table was blown to the floor.

Carrying Dad's shovel, I waddled to the drift by
the driveway. It was packed tight by the wind and
easily held my weight. I climbed to the top and
looked out over Dad's car. I was on top of the
world.

I walked to one end and started to dig. I placed
the blocks of snow I dug out of the hole around
the opening of my soon-to-be snow cave. They
stacked up like the walls of a castle and would
provide shelter from the attacking armies. When I
was done, the cave was long enough to stretch out
and deep enough for me to crawl in, turn around
and face the opening. The sunlight penetrated the
roof, bathing everything in an eerie, turquoise
glow.

My friend Jimmy stopped by. We went to work and
soon had half the drift hollowed out. There was
enough room for us and a couple more friends.
Other kids joined us, teams were picked and a
mock battle was staged. Jimmy and I, with a few
others, manned the fort as the opposing forces attacked.

I lifted my head from the hole. A snowball sailed
in my direction. I ducked, but not fast enough.
My hat was ripped from my head and powdered snow
floated into the cave as I retreated to
safety. "That was close!" Jimmy said.

"Too close!" I laughed and brushed snow from my
face. "Let's dig a hole out the back of the
drift. We can sneak out and get behind them."

"Good idea." Jimmy said. "Timmy, you and Wade
stay in here. Throw a snowball out every once in
a while. They'll think they have us trapped. Mike and I will sneak out and get behind them.
When you hear us yell 'Attack!' Jump out and
start firing.

"We'll get them twice! First we'll hit them
from behind. When they turn to fight back, you
guys can get them again."

Our escape hatch was ready. We put our hands
together, "All for one and one for all!" We
yelled. Jimmy and I disappeared through the hole, crawled around Dad's car,

wadded through the deep snow, and disappeared behind my house. We circled around the

hill behind the enemy and crawled through the snow to the top.

We had a clear view of the battle zone. Three of them hid behind a wall of snow-

bricks. "When did they build that, Jimmy?"

"I don't know, but they sure built it fast." Jimmy said. He slapped my arm. "Look

Kevin is digging into the back of our drift. He's
trying to sneak in.

"OK! On the count of three, we'll jump up,
yell 'Attack!' and let them have it. We'll focus
on the three behind the wall. We have them
trapped. When Timmy and Wade pop up, they can
take care of Kevin. You ready?" Jimmy
nodded. "Ok! Let's do it!" I

Stood. "Attack!" we both yelled and began to fire
on the three behind the wall.

Our first volley was a success. We got all three of them before they turned on us.

"Where's Timmy and Wade?" Jimmy yelled as he took
a direct hit to the side of the head. He dug snow
from his red ear as another snowball struck the
top of his head and disintegrated into a shower
of ice crystals.

"I don't know!" I said. "Let's try again." We
both screamed, "ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK!"

Inside the drift, Timmy and Wade waited. "Did you
hear something?" Wade asked. Vapor drifted from
his mouth and nose with each breath.

"I can't hear a thing." Timmy replied. "Do you
think we should check?"

"They said to wait until they yelled."

"What if we can't hear them?"

"We'll here them, Timmy." Wade answered. They
waited while the short-lived battle roared
outside.

There were heavy casualties. Jimmy and I were
beaten. My hair was matted with ice. Jimmy was
flat on his back, covered in snow. One of my
hands was red and raw. The mitten protecting it,
froze to a snowball, and was launched into the
opposition's side of the border. We raised our
hands in surrender. Timmy and Wade soon were
taken prisoner and marched to a firing squad.
They were brave men. We were proud to have fought
with them.

"That was fun!" Craig said. "Can we do it again
tomorrow? This time we get the cave."

"Deal! See ya, guys!"



********************************



A cold wind whipped powdered snow into my face.
It stunk my cheeks, before melting, and dripping
from my chin. I picked up a handful of snow,
squeezed it tight in my hands, and made a
snowball.

My target, a castle made from blocks of snow
carefully cut from the hard-packed snowdrift that
stretched the length of our yard, towered on a
rock in front of me. I took aim and hurled my
snowball at it. It went high, landed in a drift
behind the castle, and created a small crater.

I made another snowball and fired again. This one
hit the left tower of the castle.

A turret toppled over. In my imagination, the
evil wizard screamed, "You will pay for this,
King Michael.!"

The captured maiden screamed, "King Michael, save
me!"

Another snowball crashed into the castle. The
evil wizard cursed as his castle came crashing
down around him. The snow maiden leaped and
landed safely in the feathery snow. She stood and
waved, "I love you, King Michael!"

"Michael, time for supper!" Mum called from the
house. My maiden faded from view - back to
reality.

TO BE CONTINUED