There is only one problem. We don't own a hill. But a peek across the street reveals a lovely, unused slope just begging to be played on. Brian goes to ask the neighbors permission. More waiting. A yes, yes, we are welcome to use their hill. And then the layers. Long underwear. pants, sweater, snowsuit, hat, mittens, boots... can the child still move?
We trek across the street and Papa goes the first test run. It's safe. Let the fun begin!
Plus, it was so nice having this little hill to ourselves; the snow unused and no fear of crashing into other sledders. It was a great afternoon. We came back, had lunch, played trains and took a little nap.
It's good to be five once in a while. To absorb the energy and enthusiasm of a little one. To remember one's own childhood when experiences were new and yours to master. When a snowy Sunday afternoon stretched out endlessly before you like summer vacation. When footie pajamas, a warm bath and a goodnight kiss awaited you at the end of the day. Yup, it's good to be a kid. Or just to have one.
PS. The sleds are from "mountain boy" sled company. Highly recommend them. They are big and wooden but a unique rudderless bottom makes them practically weightless on the snow. Wimpy me can easily pull it up a steep hill with Austin sitting on it. And they are really beautiful to look at when no one is on them.