"Rocks"

My family and I used to live in a duplex barely large enough for a house full of kids. My three other aunts lived in the duplexes next to us. The whole side of the block, technically, was ours to play because we lived so closely together. 

A garden was placed in front of each house, creating a large space for us to play. A large parking lot made of small rocks was on the farthest side of the left house. During winter, my family and I would gather in one house, preparing food together. The younger of us would go outside and play with the snow that. 

We had buckets piled up with snow balls and had them ready for when we had a snow ball fight. One of my older cousins always placed a small rock from the parking lot inside his set of snow ball to make the impact hurt more. He got the snow and threw it at us, hitting my sister in the arm. 

Because of the rocks, we never liked playing with our cousin ever again. He always had a bucketready- snow balls with small rocks inside them- for us. Even if we told on him and he got in trouble, he would never stop throwing the snow balls filled with snow. 

Later, we found out why exactly he liked placing the rocks inside to hurt us. My cousin said we would never share with him our Cheetos when we had some and would hit us with the rocks for revenge towards us.