Recently I was taking my Roxie for a drive (my English bulldog, love of my life). We rode around town, looking to see what’s new, what’s different. Take pictures, enjoying our day.
As we went up by the high school, there was a huge snowdrift on the corner at the practice field. It brought back many memories of being a kid and sliding down that hill. Now the kids have to slide into the practice field. At one time many, many moons ago, they would block the street off and you could slide down 14th Street! Best toboggan street ever! I also recall a time when some fellow brought a tractor down, and used it as a pulley to help pull you back up the street. That was the most awesome experience! It actually was more fun to watch it work, than use it—everyone falling all over and giggling. I can remember laughing a lot that day, I don’t remember how cold it felt though.
Of course mom wouldn’t let us out of the house without enough snow gear on to last through three blizzards. And it ensured if you had to use the bathroom, it was going to take some serious time! You look like the Michelin man, until you start taking off all the layers, knit hat, cap, mittens, scarf, snow suit, jeans, sweat shirts, two pairs of socks, bread bread bags over your socks and at last the snow boots! By the time you got the snow boots off you were running for the bathroom, dripping clothes all along the way. Then in reverse to go back out, IF THERE WAS STILL TIME!
Snow forts were always fun in our neighborhood, there were so many young kids that we had some seriously awesome snowball fights. Then of course making snowmen and using food dye in a spray bottle of water to make them look awesome! This was a lot of fun until mom and dad realized I was able to write dirty words in the snow. Guess you know that came to a screeching halt. Don’t even ask what I did to Easter eggs…sigh
I’m betting many of you who read my column regularly are really glad you weren’t my parents.