In those days, kids were expected to play outside all day in the snow. No sitting indoors watching TV. At the school down the street, the snowplows clearing the parking lot would create these enormous piles of snow that we would tunnel through. My mother was terrified these tunnels would cave in on us and we wouldn't be found until April.
In the 1978 Blizzard, we had such snowpiles right in front of our house. I was 16 that year and my friend and I smuggled a case of Heineken into our snow cave. We'd drink the beer and jam the empties into the snow pack around us. We sort of forgot about that until a few weeks later when I came home from school and saw the telltale green bottles sticking out of the rapidly melting snowpile. I frantically recovered them before my parents saw them.
That’s very funny; hide the evidence! Years ago my town tired of people holding parking spots after a heavy snowstorm, using garbage cans, lawn chairs and such so they put a warning in the local paper that they’d be removing those things in the coming week. They sent front-end loaders out to literally pick up the snow (and anything else) and dumped them in huge piles next to a river along the border. As the snow mounds melted there was a field littered with broken lawn chairs, garbage cans, etc. - nasty, but they then cleaned that up as well.
We used to make a lot of money shoveling snow for people until we got older and realized we could make faster money simply pushing people out of their parking spots (less money per effort, but much faster); this was the age of heavy rear-wheel drive cars and before the idea of “work from home”.