Sledding

Every day I drive by 26th and Western and see those kids sledding down the hill. I remember those days. Getting the kids all bundled up, driving over to a sledding hill, looking from the top of the hill and waiting for just the right time to sled down, yeah!, without running into anyone. And then that long haul back up the hill to do it again, and again, and again. What fun it was to go down the hill, to watch the kids fly over the bumps, the glow in the faces, and all of us yelling and laughing. And then back into the car, all unbundled, and running into the house to warm up.

Those were the days!