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I see an endless pile of plowed snow lining the neighborhood streets and it reminds me of piles of fall leaves raked into the gutters when I was a kid.  My friend and I used to bury ourselves in the piles and jump out and hide in them as cars approached.  We pretended we were hiding from some threatening enemy coming to get us.  Years later, I was driving down such a road and watched as an oncoming car filled with teenagers swerved up the street running over the piles for fun.  A chill went through me as I though..what if they had been on the road those many years ago while we were hiding in those same piles of leaves?