that never gets old. It takes me back to my childhood and brings great memories to mind and at the same time, lets me know that I’ve still got it. Last weekend, my nieces, brother and friends were sledding on the best sledding hill in Scott County. They had been on the hill the day before, so the snow was packed and slick, as it should be for an incredible sledding experience.
My niece, for whatever reason, wanted to ride with me down the hill on one of the runs. Being that she is small (at seven years old) and I am not, I was a bit apprehensive that she would be hurt were we to have a wreck. But nothing else would do her, so away we went.
Nearly three quarters of the way down, we were lucky enough to hit a dip that caused us to go airborne. While that would usually be a good thing, Sophie’s safety was my primary goal. I had my legs around her and put my hiker thighs to work to keep her intact. There was no way that kid was going anywhere.
We did go airborne. And while airborne, we did a full 360, then bounced and continued on down the hill. At some point, Sophie said to me “Nini, you are crushing my lungs”. It didn’t matter. At the end of the ride, even though we had an awesome wipe-out, she was secure within the confines of the inner tube we were riding on. No injuries were reported and there was much congratulating and high-fiving between herself and me after the ride was over.
She said to me as we prepared to go again “Nini, I love you, but you almost crushed me with your legs and my mom would be upset if you had killed me”. LOLOL … this amused me as she is only seven (six at the time of the ride) and had enough sense to know that sometimes, I go overboard in the protection department. She didn’t however, fall off because she was caught in a vice grip. How much fun that was. I only hope we have the chance to sled down the hill again; next time though, I will try not to hold her so tightly that she feels like she’s being murdered. Now, all we have to do is wait on more snow. Some things just never get old. Sledding is one of them.
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doesn’t mean any less to me now than when I was kid finding out that school was out for snow, again. While I could sleep in for a while, I was digging, instead, through my toboggans and gloves, finding a coat and locating my boots. I knew, without even looking, that my friends were already gathering at the sledding hill.
The hill was very big and very steep and rather rocky in places. It made for an interesting ride to the bottom on a sled, a plastic bag or an old tire. Before long, the neighborhood moms and dads would build a bonfire and start the process of making gallons of hot chocolate. Some with marshmallows, but as far as I’m concerned, there is no better way to ruin a good cup of hot chocolate than putting marshmallows in it.
Afterwards, when we were all frozen to the bone and caked with snow and ice, we’d head home, discard our wet clothes and stand in front of the wood-burning stove to warm up. The smell of mom’s homemade stew would be thick in the air and life, at that moment, couldn’t possibly be any better.
It was a rarity, in the elementary school years, to go to school the entire month of January. During January, that was a wonderful thing, as there is nothing quite so wonderful as finding out school is closed due to snow. The wonderful part came to a halting stop soon enough, though. In the spring, when the trees were budding and the weekend weather was perfect for riding bikes, skating and just being outdoors, the repercussions came. School on Saturday.
What better way to torture a kid than to make them go to school on Saturday. I still have flashbacks of being in the classroom before eight am with a teacher who would rather be sticking needles in their eyes than to be there with us. It was, after all, their Saturday, too. It was bad, but not bad enough to regret the snow days. Those are memories that I wouldn’t trade for anything. I’ve just now come from outside where I held my face Heavenward and let the snowflakes fall on my tongue. Being a grown up doesn’t change a thing; I still love a snow day.
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