Chapter 4
A snowball flew through the air and landed with a thump in the center of Cam’s chest. A gust of wind blew the exploding ball of snow into his face. He brushed the snow out of his eyes and glanced around. A little boy stood across from him with his mouth hanging open and his cheeks beet red.
“It was him!” Another boy declared, pointing to the boy Cam had just noticed.
“No! It was you!” This declaration came from another boy who promptly punctuated his accusation with a snowball that careened off course in the wind and blew sideways.
In seconds, several more boys joined in and snowballs were flying wildly in the cluster. Cam leaned on one of his ski poles and chuckled. Today was the first day of a ski class he started for children aged eight to ten. He’d started skiing when he
