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Every Winter, the HOA President Destroyed My Son’s Snowman—Calling It an “Eyesore” for the Neighborhood. So We Built One She Couldn’t Touch… Until the Night She Tried Again, and Her Truck Collided with It. What Happened Next Made the Entire HOA Rethink Who Really Owned the Street.
Chapter 1: The Night the Snow Fell
In our small mountain town, winters were magical. Snow blanketed everything—rooftops, mailboxes, and the quiet road that ran past our little cabin on Pine Hollow Drive.
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For my son Evan, snow meant one thing: snowmen. Big ones. Every year we built one in the same spot near the road—a tradition since he was five.
But this year, the joy didn’t last long.
Because Karen Ellison, our HOA president, had decided that snowmen “ruined the neighborhood’s aesthetic.”
She didn’t care that it made my son happy. She cared that it didn’t fit her vision of “uniform excellence.”
And so, one morning, Evan came running inside crying.
“Dad! Someone destroyed Frosty!”
When I went outside, all that was left was a pile of broken snow and tire tracks through the yard….The full story is in the comments!