What trouble did y’all get into during snow days if you had them growing up?

During high school, one of my best friends and I had the great idea to load up a cooler full of pre-made snow-penises and drive around the local neighborhoods performing “plastic surgery” on any free-standing snowmen we found. Good times.

My little town was on the Mississippi River, on the dry side on the levee. When we had a big snow, which was rare, we went to the town dump, acquired a refrigerator door and used it as a sled to slide down the side of the levee. We had to slide down the side that faced the river, and there were these ‘borrow pits’ about 80 yards from the base of the levee. They were frozen over, but the ice wasn’t very thick, so we had to stop the fridge sled before we got on the ice. Except for the rare failure, where nobody froze, we could stop them. Other than going through the ice, the only hazard was when we slid over a frozen cow pie with our butts on the thin metal. That hurt, and really hurt if you ran over a big ‘pie’.

Just us preteen guys. The girls wouldn’t ride the sled.

The town was named “Waterproof, Louisiana” and originally Waterproof Landing, because pre-levee it was the only high ground around during the Spring flood. Because it was high ground, it was a steamboat refueling stop. It was a good place to grow up.

I had a Jeep Scrambler when I was 16-17 and we got a snow day. My Dad had told me I could go to a buddies house but no where else. Well we decided we had to take the Jeep out and have some fun in it. I got it hung in the bar ditch where the right front and the left rear were all that was touching ground and I couldn't get it out (one of the few times I can count getting that thing hung up)...snow was packed everywhere. The road had some snow but not horrible...we made some phone calls and couldn't find help...we walked back to my buddies house and "stole" his Dad's Caddy deville . It had a trailer hitch that we hooked a come-along too just to get it out. Neither of our Dad's ever found out about that one

We just hooked a car hood to an ATV, few pieces of rope tied to hood for the unfortunate passengers to hold on, and proceeded to drive all over town, usually sideways. When we got a bit older we took out a buddies bomber class and his sprint car. He could make that car do best cyclones you’ve ever seen and eventually it would get up on only the back 2 tires.

Nothing crazy. Usually just pulled out the skateboards, ripped the trucks off and did some snow surfing. We’d make some ramps and such. I’ve still got one my north shore surfboards, may pull the fins off and take it for a few runs in a bit.

I was born in St Louis and lived in Vermont for 18 months when I was little so when I moved back to Richardson I had real sleds.
Any snow/ice/sleet events since '71 I would break out the sleds and show the other folks using boxes and trashcan lids, and even hard plastic kiddie pools, what real sleds could do.
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Grew up In Wisconsin, went to college in LaCrosse, in winter the Mississippi would freeze over thick on Wisconsin side, would take our cars out and drive on the ice, gave you a good feel and experience driving on ice roads. Miles of ice to play on. Played with car hoods and truck tire inner tubes too, fun times.

Have a buddy that lives in LaCrosse, he went to UW Plattville, talks about ice fishing on the river and the handful of guys are always trying to drive on the ice a day or two past the last safe day; OOOPS.

I saw that happen on Lake Erie. They guys who had the most fun drove snowmobiles when there was ice with patches of open water they went over. They were nuts.

High school was in Minot ND, no such thing as a snow day. If the busses could drive the 16 miles to Minot AFB Base we went to school. Sometimes they even had to use Highway Patrol cars with the lights going to guide the busses. If the military brats missed school, the local school district lost a ton of federal funding.

Weekends were for races on the local frozen lakes. Or duck and goose hunts.

Back in high school one of my buddies dad owned the local junkyard, so car hoods where easy to come by. As Wade said they were great to pull behind a truck. We also made the highly questionable decision to go sledding into a section of Palo Duro Canyon down some stupid steep drop offs. The steering on car hoods plummeting down a cliff is nonexistent, and prickly pear and mesquite trees made for fearsome obstacles. I seem to remember at least one ER trip to sew up gashes and get tetanus shots. Definitely fun times

We had a snowmobile for a number years which came in handy when the roads drifted shut in NE kansas. I remember Dad using it to get to town a few times when roads were closed.

Had a bunch of fun with buddies riding that thing at night across pastures and spinning around on iced up ponds. Remember one nite doing that and I let my buddy drive and we were jumping terraces and he threw me off. My foot was hooked in and he drug me quite a ways---no injuries but I do remember having quite a laugh.

Growing up? Hell, we still goof off when it snows.

The other day I was doing some doughnuts in the hotel parking lot. My crew was split between two pickups, and the second one was behind us. One of the guys in the second pickup had his Challenger in the lot, which he adores. I parked in front of it, like I had t-boned it, and we all got out to look at it while they pulled in. The look on his face was priceless.

After having a few snowmen run over by the local teenage drivers we would build a snowman over a fire hydrant. Then sit inside drinking hot chocolate as the first rookie teenage driver would crash daddy’s truck into it. 😁

We usedta hold softball tournaments on the ice...
Used orange ball...
then, thars always golf...

edit : one of me favorit Christmas's in
Daughter & her husband came over & we took the dirtbikes out in the pastures in the snow...

Nothing wild and crazy but as very young kids in Oak Cliff we had pretty good hills, would borrow neighbors metal trash can lids take the handles off and boogie.
When we started driving find big open parking lot's at the mall etc. and practice your driving skills before the popo ran you off.

Had a couple of high school buddies that got creative and rented ski's then skied down the hill sides off spur 408 in Oak Cliff.

Nice

Practicing cursive and snowball fights was about it as best as I recall...

You dawg. That's awesome....I like the anatomically correct snowman too. Brilliant.