I don’t recall the earliest memories or stories, but I remember at my elementary school, large snow banks would pile up on the playground area and made for amazing things to play on in the winter. They weren’t uniform either, making them fun for kids to climb all over since some of it would freeze solid while other parts wouldn’t. They were kinda like a seasonal jungle gym of their own.

That, and at the middle school near where I lived, we’d always go there for sledding because there was a hill in the very back corner of the place that was perfect for it. One night while sledding my dad decided to go down the hill on our old toboggan with our husky-malmute rescue and she absolutely did not like it one bit.

Those are the earliest memories/stories I can recall.