Step 1: Have your mother carry you to a nice patch of unspoiled snow and lie you on the ground. Can't have your feet actually touch the stuff, you know.Check.
Step 2: What? I'm supposed to move my legs? You've got to be kidding me. Come over here and move them yourself.Check.
Step 3: These ridiculous mittens you made me wear are weighing down my arms. You'll have to come and move those, too, if you're going to insist on me going through with this.Check.
Step 4: Have your mother lift you off of your lovely creation so it can be properly oooed and ahhed over by your adoring fans.Check.
Step 5: Insist that it's way cooler than your mom's. I mean, seriously, was all of that flailing around really necessary?Check.
Ah, the memories.