My children have missed out on sledding. They have no idea as to what it's like to fly down a steep snowy hill, negotiating the turns, avoiding the trees, the ditches, those bare spots, feeling the chill and the thrill on a sled. I'm sure Katie and Kelsey have seen pictures in storybooks, but doubtfully seen the real thing.
I know they've never sanded and waxed the runners; sandpaper or steel wool, an old candle or a bar of soap. They've never chosen the perfect place to start. They've never mounted atop a genuine sled, push off with their toes and slide quickly forward - no brakes. They've never had to stop by pulling hard to one direction and rolling into a snowy awkward end and laughing and laughing at the foot of the hill. I hope they get a chance while in their youth. I hope they get a chance at such a memory.
I still have mine.
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