Caleb went sledding for the first time ever today.
When we parked the car, he informed us that he was only going down the hill once. An hour later, when the guys in the safety vests with the bullhorns were announcing that the hill was closed, Caleb was headed up the hill for "just one more time."
Dad and I got to join in the fun, too. I think it was my first time on a sled since I was about 10 years old. It did not come back to me like riding a bike. I blame the stupid plastic sleds, which are impossible to steer. I would have been fine on my Radio Flyer.
I'm posting a couple of pictures, pre and post wipeout. Chris particularly enjoyed taking photos of the latter.
It looks like you got some real snow this time, but guys in safety vests closing the hill? Safety vests? Closing? When did sledding get to be so nannyish?
Come on, it's not real sledding unless somebody goes way too fast (on their flyer, with waxed metal runners), flies up into the air, and wipes out spectacularly, with demands that no one tell mom about the wipe out.
Posted by: Bender | January 05, 2008 at 01:05 AM
Well, we went to the official sledding hill because there wasn't enough snow in our little valley. Otherwise, we'd have been in our back pasture, doing exactly what you described.
Posted by: Karen | January 05, 2008 at 02:04 AM
If there was ever a photo of you which perfectly crystallized your every thought at a given moment and over a given situation, that second one is clearly it.
-J.
Posted by: joe | January 05, 2008 at 10:36 AM