It's the last Slice of Life in 2025. I could write a deeply reflective post about learning and growing this year; however, this is a slice capturing the magic of a winter storm, perfect hills, and the right kind of snow.
I wish I was brave enough to glide down one of those hills with a mega bump in the middle. The kind of bump that sends you airborne for a moment or two and causes your lunch to lurch from your stomach. The kind of bump that forces you to soar above the saucer for a moment or two and land with six times your weight on your tailbone.The kind of fast ride that forces you to scream to your friend as you celebrate ages old winter entertainment. The kind of exhilarating trip down the mountain that you can't wait to do it again, so you trudge up the very long icy hill, risking your life and limbs as you dodge those flying down.
Clearly, it would be amazing to do it one more time like that gaggle of kiddos who are savoring their first big snowfall coinciding with winter break!
I am thinking there is some reason moms and dad watch, grandparents stand safely to the side; however, with some extra padding and a front team clearing the way, I might fly over the snow, enjoying the miracle of sledding one more time? Perhaps a short ride on just part of the hill?
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The thrill of moving down an icy hill with speed is beautifully highlighted in your slice of life. What a splendid experience you captured.
Anita, you have me right there with you! I can feel the biting breeze and all the fun. My weight on my tailbone would be disastrous, though......but up until then, I'd be having the time of my life! A wish can be a plan.
This reminds me of the commercial of the three ladies who are watching children sled down a hill when one of them purchases pillows (I think) to put in the sled and then they all go down the hill too! We have a hill by our house, and I have so many memories of our kids sledding down it.
I say go for it. Sledding is freedom and joy. Why should kids have all of the fun? arjeha
I love the analogy here. I love that you are talking much more than sledding and it really resonates for me. So many layers. So hard to do that little bump in the middle that makes you airborne if only just for a few seconds.
Such fun. Such memories. So well described. But now I don't just "stand to the side," I watch the neighborhood kids out my front window--in the warmth of my house--as they sled down the steep street that T-bones into my street. We are waiting for this winter's first snow.
Sounds like fun, but also a little scary. Thanks for the virtual sledding ride.
My sister-in-law, daredevil that she is, takes to the sled and the snow. She continually amazes me. I'll watch from the sidelines, but understand your wish.
Somehow we never know when an event will be "the last time". As I read your post I tried to remember the last time I went sledding like that and I have no memory of it (but do viscerally remember being wet and cold many winter days). Maybe that "one last time" is one we need to have through the words and eyes of others if we do not feel up to the challenge today.
Erika Victor
Anita,
You can do it and should. Think how much fun it will be for your grandchildren to see you sledding down that hill. Give it a go!
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