There's a little hill just down the street from our house that, when blanketed with 10 inches of snow, transforms into a peak of sledding perfection. Neighborhood kids, bundled up to their eyes, can be seen tugging their brightly colored, plastic discs and toboggans toward the hill, long before the snow stops falling.
Of course, we took Olivia last year. We pulled her through the snow, avoiding the steepest part of the hill.
But this year, she was ready for the real deal. Layered in Thinsulate and making that "swish swish" noise as she walked, we trudged down the block. We could hear the laughter before we even arrived. She was mesmerized, watching the other, older kids go zooming down. I had thought she might be scared or slightly intimidated but now, she just looked excited.
We climbed onto our two-seater, no frills, red, plastic sled. "Let's go, Mama!" she yelled.
"Hang on," I said.
A small push and we were off! Her laughter rang out as we bumped and bounced down the slope. Giggling and cold, we skidded to a stop at the bottom of the hill.
She turned back, looked at me from behind layers of pink outerwear and said, "Again?"
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