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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008 |
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Snow Fight with Lothar Memory It's night. It is winter. Lots of snow on the ground. Lothar is walking in front of me and we are in some place where there are lots of trees, but near a residence. Lothar is wearing his long military coat and cap. I grab up a cold wad of snow and jump on his back and stuff it down the front of his jacket. Needless to say he is surprised and tries to fend me off. He dumps me off into the foot deep snow and cleans out his coat with complaints. He decides upon revenge as his next course of action. By this time I've gotten off the ground and am watching his expression. I'm in trouble. He's got that mischievous glimmer in his eye and comes after me. I run. Quickly. He catches me from behind because the snow was not easy to run in. We struggle with each other. He is trying to do something to me, but what I'm not sure. I guess because it's not very successful. We are close to a lamp that glows on a post. We could be in some kind of park or estate. I almost get away from Lothar, so he plunges us down into the snow. He's on top of me trying to open up my clothes. He's gonna stuff snow into them. I'm struggling to get out from underneath his weight. Snow is coming down like feathers. I try and push him off and prevent him from getting me. I'm able to sit up. He's trying to stuff some of the cold stuff inside next to my skin, which he partially succeeds, but I push him over and we both roll to the left. I think it's our father or an officer of equal rank. I'm embarrassed, and we brush ourselves off as we get up. I think it is our father. I think he's amused and disgusted or at least he tries to act like he's disgusted. We are rather old to be rolling in the snow, but I don't think Lothar and I care as long as no one catches us. |