When you’re little, sledding is fun and exciting. The hills are huge, the sleds are fast, and you’re bundled up so much that a tumble feels like nothing.
When you’re big, sledding is fun, exciting, and painful. The hills are icy, children are challenges of a downhill obstacle course, the high schoolers that built ramps are idiots, and the pair of sweats you’re wearing do not protect you from falling after hitting the aforementioned ramps.
When you’re poor, pieces of other people’s broken sleds, garbage can lids, and cardboard are perfectly acceptable sledding devices.
When you live one block from the city’s best sledding hill, you can be back home and drinking hot chocolate a mere two minutes after you were almost hit by a car when you couldn’t quite stop that last slide from dumping you into the street.
Ah, the joys of winter and its snow!
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