Snowball fights with the Grandkids.

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I played snowball fights with my grandson yesterday. We wrapped up warm and went out to play.
Ben’s 4 years old, and loved playing the game, and at the time I felt the same.
We ran and laughed as we played in the snow, till his mother shouted it was time for us to go. Today I rose from my bed, aching back and aching head.
Old age can be so cruel, but it was worth the pain.
For that wonderful, wonderful, day when our age was the same.
My wife said it serves you right you silly old fool, your not 4 years old and you don’t go to school.
Snowball fights at 63! One day you’ll be the death of me.
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