Snowball Narrative

I don't remember 100% of what happened that day, but anyway, it started when Colin, Nate (my little brothers), Max, Odis and Charlie (my friends), wanted to go have a snowball fight. I was in 5th grade at the time and they each were one grade behind the other. It was me, Max, Colin, Odis, Charlie, Nate was the youngest at 5 years old. Anyway, I wanted to find something to do besides snowboarding and riding on sleds. So, we all decided to have a snowball fight with “good snow”. In order to find the “good snow” we had to navigate our way to the very end of the forest where the snow was untouched. We got there and set up teams and started to throw the snowballs. As soon as we started the icy wind hit me like a ton of bricks falling from a ten story building. I ran next to a tree and splat! I got hit in the face with the white, fluffy, snowball. By this time my face was about to fall off because of the frigid temperature. After that we went sledding down a hill for a little bit. About ten or twenty minutes later we grabbed the sleds so we could go play a snowball fight again.
Nate told me his feet were cold and I looked down. He had his tennis shoes on. “Time to go back, Nate has his shoes on!” I yelled. Everyone groaned and we started heading back. It had to have been at least a half an hour since we had
“Carry me across,” Nate demanded of me. I told him okay, picked him up and slowly carried him across. After we were across I set him down and walked back just as being careful to only be on my toes to look for a safer way to get across. Well, long story short, there wasn't a better way across. I told them this is the only way across. We started to cross the frozen creek, CRACK Odis fell down to the hard icy floor. Not into the water though, don't worry, I helped him up and yelled RUN! I could feel the ice breaking as we were darting across it. I thought we were about to fall in when I felt the hard ground once