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Don't forget about watermelons growing in your belly if you eat the seeds.
The best times for me were winter. By my house, the plow trucks would plow all the snow into these *huge* piles at the end of dead end streets. A perfect place to play king of the hill. We'd be throwing kids off 10 foot snow hills, watching them roll down to the pavement below. Mmmm, I can still taste the salt they used to de-ice the roads.
Also, is there anything better than soaking a snowball in the slush in the gutter, repacking it, and hitting your best friend in the back of the head?
Good times.
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