95. Snowball
February 17, 2035
Aged: 5 years and 10 months old

The Newtons were enjoying a crisp, gelid morning on their holiday back to Oslo. Outside, the snow was knee deep and perfect for snowball sculpting.

"CATCH!" their father yelled, throwing a snowball to Scott. It hit him in the middle of his face as he turned around.
Art giggled madly before squeezing together a pile of snow in his gloved hands, and throwing it to his father. It fell to the ground half way there, but young Art wasn't discouraged.
His father ran forwards, scooped his son up, and tickled him without mercy as more snowballs came pelting towards them.