Watching the neighborhood kids sleigh riding from my window reminds me of when I was a kid. Except we had real hills and it was not considered snow unless we had six inches or more. It still brings back memories. I remember climbing back up the hill with snow down my pants, up my pants, up my sleeves, ears and nose numb, and telling myself, this is supposed to be fun. Im cold, this is supposed to be fun. Im cold. Then I would say to my friends, lets go back to the apartment and get some hot chocolate and they would say, not yet, come on! And I would think These people are crazy! Oh well, I have lost all feeling in all of my extremities so whats another hour. I guess its fun once you lose sight of how cold you are. LMAO Good times. Then I moved south! 😃😃
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 15:59:10 +0000
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