Watch out you never know when you got to go

            It was cold outside, the sun was just beginning to set and I could barely feel my toes.  My gloves had been soaked through all the way to my flesh as my fingers started to become numb.  However, no matter how bitter it was outside, and no matter how long I stayed there getting drenched in ice-cold snow, I kept on fighting back.

            During the winter of 1996 when I was seven years old my town was struck by a blizzard.  There was about two feet of snow on the ground and I remember thinking that it was the most snow I had seen my entire life.  My family and I were snowed in for three days until finally we could dig out.  Once the monstrous and dangerous snow had melted away a little bit, my older sister, neighbors, and I decided to have a snowball fight.  There were four of us and, so to make the teams fair, the youngest, me would be teamed up with the eldest, Alex.  As my sister, Jess was paired up with Brian.  After the teams had been made the next step would only be to start building up your base.  So Alex and I Went into his backyard while my sister and Brian worked vigorously in my front yard.  Finally both teams were ready and the fight had begun.

            Suddenly Alex was yelling to me, “Come on move it move it.”

            I was the snowball maker, while Alex was the snowball thrower.  It was a good plan considering if I had thrown any snowballs they would not have gone far or would have any power at all.  I remember the snow being the fluffy and powdery kind.  Not the easy to pack and mold type.  This caused much of a hindrance on my speed to make the snowballs.  However with much smashing and pounding of my fists I finally was able to shape a pathetic white ball out of the frosty snow. 

Alex and I began to take a gruesome beating as my sister and Brian were pounding us with a constant flow of white fuzzy balls.  My adrenaline started pumping as an occasional piece of the snowball slid down my back causing a chill to go down my spine.  “AHH”, I screamed out.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  The wetness and coldness all around me; the continuing bombardment of snow to my face.  All I kept thinking about was how badly I had to pee.  Finally I got up and started running toward my house.  I could only imagine how pathetic Alex thought I was.  I tried running faster and faster but I kept slipping on the icy floor.  My sister and Brian had forgotten about Alex as they directed all their attention towards me whipping snowball after snowball at my head.  I was only ten feet away from my front door now but I was moving as slow as a snail.  It was like the hand of God was holding me back, keeping me from where I wanted to go.  At last I had reached the door of my house with a humongous sigh and opened the door to go inside. 

It was only until my mother had helped me take off my hat, gloves, and jacket when I realized that I didn’t have to go to the bathroom anymore.  I thought this to be extremely odd, wondering where my pee had gone.  Finally I looked down to see that there was no mistake, and that my left leg had been incased in a pool of urine.  I turned around and looked out the door to only see the yellow path leading towards my house.  It was now obvious that everyone including myself knew that I had peed my pants.  There was nothing left for me to do but cry.  So as the tears rolled down my cheeks I ran upstairs to my room and sat there until my mother came up to comfort me.  Even though I peed in my pants and cried in front of everyone, I still got my revenge, as my sister got a weeks punishment for not letting me into the house.  All in all I know I will never forget the blizzard of 96’