Picture this, 1969 Feb Lyndsey Storm. I am 12 we have a neighborhood with one road in with about 25 kids. It snows like a mofo we get a day off, we built forts, sledded, had fights and were told about 4 pm , no school the next day. However overnight the town was able to open all roads and schools. When we woke up the radio and TV announced a 9AM opening. Well that shit didn't go over in my hood. At 8am we organized everyone 1st graders to 8th graders. We rolled huge truck tire size balls of snow and blocked the only road in. Needless to say after a week of detention for us older kids spent shoveling and chopping ice, we never did that again, although we did have our moment of glory when the story made the local rag. Good times