When I was young, I loved sledding – and I loved coming in from the snow just as much, sighing in exhaustion and peeling off my wet mittens and socks, then curling up in a blanket by the fire and sipping cocoa (my Mom made the kind from a packet with mini-marshmallows, but she always used milk instead of tap water. It made all the difference. And if I sighed theatrically enough, I might even get a squirt of Redi-Whip.)
The best place to sled was at our elementary school, and you could find dozens of kids there, zipping down the big hill on trash can lids and sheets of plastic and Flexible Flyers – the kind with the really pointy metal tip. Nothing was worse than being at the bottom of the hill and seeing a Flyer tip pointed directly at you, and knowing you were about to be speared.
I still love sledding with my kids, and these days, instead of rusty metal points, sleds have soft, rounded fronts. But I make the hot cocoa the same way as my Mom. Some things are better left unchanged…
What’s your favorite memory of snow?