When I was younger...

I had legions of followers at my command. I ruled the playground with an iron fist and not one man could stop me.. however it did not try people from trying. I remember that day because it was the first snowfall we'd seen in a while, not deep enough to cancel school put deep enough to play in. Nap time was over so i felt very confident and the teacher had just finished putting on our snow outfits so I marched my men down to the playgrounds to patrol the commoners. It was a light dusting of snowflakes that bombarded my rosy cheeks, thanks to a heavy wind my men we're getting anxious to leave they're posts but I kept them in line for there was talk around the snack tables of a plan to overthrow me. Though my vigilance had seemed to stifle any attack I found myself in an irregularly good mood and let my men go on some early leave. I however began building a snow-fort, ball by ball, brick by brick, flake by flake I slowly began to build a tower so massive I could observe all the children. Time had passed and I grew weary, but there was no time for rest. BECAUSE SUDDENLY there was a surprise attack by none other then the twin tyrants, two brothers whom I overthrew to gain the seat I had today, at the Battle of Time Out Corner, looking for revenge. After an exchange of quips we began to fire mercilessly at each pelting one another with snowballs. I called for my men but they we're to scattered to assist me. I was out numbered 2 to 1 but where as they had superior power i had intelligence. There was a snowman at the top of a hill not to far from my position and at an angle perfect for my needs. I initiated a tactical retreat and scurried up the hill, and knowing they'd never miss a chance to attack me, they pursued me as I planned. They tried so hard to stop me, but With only shots at my back i climbed the hill and up to the snowman. I pushed with all my might and down came the orbs of snow taking out one twin and pushing one into an inescapable position. I came to him and extended my hand to the warrior for fighting bravely only to be thanks with raspberries. I took a remaining section of the snowman and walked up to him on the ground. He begged for mercy asking what i wanted and told him a simple apology would suffice. He gave me one, however I told him, "Yes... you are sorry" and slammed the ball on his head. The children stood in fear at my actions seeing that not only was I meant to be king, but no one could stop me from being king.