Sunday, February 3, 2013

Snow!

It's snowing!

I look outside and memories crowd around me. I have that delicious trapped inside of a snow globe feeling. I have to go outside and touch it, so I grab my camera and step out on the porch. The dogs are ecstatic and they take off across the yard. Snow flies in the air as they make paths of paw prints in the snow.


Next comes the kids. I watch them stomp through the snow with that clumsy walk that means they are carrying heavy layers of clothes on their bodies and foreign boots on their feet. My son, niece, and nephew decide to drag the sleds out of the storage building. Even though it is February, this is the first time all winter there's been enough snow for sledding. My daughter ventures out to take pictures. It's her idea to try the plastic swimming pool, we use for the dogs in the summer, as a sledding device.

I have to see this, so I brave the cold that makes my throat ache with every breath. Our hill is very steep and for a moment I panic. In my mind I have a flash of them barreling down the hill; unable to stop at the bottom, I see them sail off the edge and tumble into the highway. But not to worry. My niece and nephew climb into the pool and my son pushes, and pushes, and PUSHES, but they only manage to move a few inches. Alas, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Back to the sleds. The shouts, the squeals, the laughter, drifts back up the hill to where I stand. I can't see them, but I smile. I too have sledded down that hill, and even though it's been twenty years or more, I remember the ice cold rush of air and snow on my face, the feeling that I was flying, and the hard thump when the sled stopped.

Mixing with that memory is my childhood sledding adventures. My brother and I had the standard wooden sled with red metal runners. We took turns, laying on our stomachs, gripping the wooden steering mechanism on the front of the sled. There was snow all winter in those days. That's a fact, not just a memory I have embellished to suite myself. We sledded in the middle of the road, yes the road. It stayed snow packed all winter long, no doubt in part because the kids around there used it for sledding. There were no snowplows on side roads in those days.

I remember how we trudged up the road that got steeper and steeper until it stopped at the top of a hill. From there, we took our positions. There were usually three or four kids with sleds, all vying for the bragging rights of the "fastest" sled. We'd line up, and since my brother and I shared a sled, the one not sledding would call out: On your mark! Get set! GO! The sleds would take off and most of us would make it all the way to where the road leveled off. I imagine the neighbors got used to our whoops and hollers.

Did I ever win? Probably. I honestly don't remember. But I will never forget the excitement of speeding down that road with the icy wind in my face, my hands already numb from the cold, gripping the steering bar on the sled so hard I would have to pry my fingers off of it when the sled stopped. I remember dragging that sled up the hill until I was so cold and tired I couldn't take another step. And at the end of the day, I remember how my brother and I would sit in the floor with our bare feet pressed against the wall register that blew hot air when the furnace kicked on, trying to warm our feet that were white and numb from staying outside too long.

Ah, let it snow! At least a little while longer.

4 comments:

  1. You brought back memories for me. I haven't been sledding since about 1974 or so. No snow for us in Los Angeles though I sometimes can see it on the mountains not too far away from us.

    Lee
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    1. Thank you for checking out my blog! Come visit us in the mountains sometime!

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  2. Ahh...the good old days...where kids would actually play out side! I miss the fun! Thanks for the trip down memory lane!

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  3. @ Rebecca - Thank you for this short story, "Snow." It was very inspiring and heart-warming.

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