I didn't grow up on the East Coast, so I never experienced many wintertime childhood rituals (well, some I did). Drawing inspiration from my beloved Calvin and Hobbes, as well as from the six inches of snow we had this morning, I made a snowball and put it in the freezer. I'm hoping it will keep; I don't have the world's coldest freezer, but as long as it at least keeps some discernible snowball shape, I should be able to accomplish my eventual goal of throwing a snowball in the summer.
Here's where I got the snow:
Here's where the snowball will live until June: