Sinsull,
Your story 'minds me of the time we built a similar, ah, structure in a city park across the street from my friend's house, where he lived with his grandmother. We were in grade nine, I think, about 14 years old. "Hey gran, look at the big dick we made of snow!", we announce, waiting for the swift condemnation." "That's nice, boys, there's some spray paint in the garage if you'ld like to paint it." She was the first person in my life who embodied the notion of art patron.
Happy Christmas,
Bardford