Sledding

 I took the video above at Cheesequake Park. I needed a break from writing in the JeRoWriMo Challenge. Getting fresh air, seeing other humans, and hearing laughter is always fun. There wasn't any sunshine, but it wasn't too cold. 

Watching everyone sledding down that hill brought back memories. Growing up, the hill behind our house was quite steep. If the lake was frozen and it snowed, we didn't have to go anywhere to sled. We just went down the hill in the back of the house and out onto the lake. However, there was only a narrow path between the bushes for the sled. Our sled was one of the old Flexible Flyers, with steel runners. The steering mechanism wasn't great. 

So one day, when I went down the hill, I did not succeed in steering the right way, and ran into a bush. My face was badly scratched. My mom took me to the pediatrician who didn't think I broke my nose--but he didn't take any x-rays. I wasn't very fond of sledding after that, though I still loved skating on the ice. 

Nobody uses a Flexible Flyer to go sledding nowadays. It looks like a lot more fun.