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Favorite Snow Memories


Growing up in Utah (I’m not Mormon), snow was always a given. It always snowed up to our knees and there was even a winter where it snowed up to my mother’s shoulders. I distinctly remember watching her digging a path through the snow creating walls that loomed over me. I was only in 4th grade or so that winter so seeing the snow piled up twice my height was pretty exciting. It’s not every day you get to run around in a maze made of snow! With all that plentiful snow, my parents used to take me and my brother to a nearby hill to go sledding. It was a giant of a hill so it was quite exhilarating to shoot down the slope. My dad would keep the sled steady while I climbed on the top before sitting down on the back of the sled. Then we’d use are legs to clamber to the edge of the hill before propelling down the hill.


We’d sled for as long as we had the energy to climb back up the hillside, and when we got home we’d have a bath to thaw are legs and toes and a mug full of hot chocolate and marshmellows. As I watched the kids in my neighborhood sledding down the side of a bridge, I was tempted to go buy a plastic sled of my own. Sledding is like a lost art of happiness for adults; a real shame don’t you think?

Your turn ♥ What’s your favorite snow memory? Did you go sledding when you were a kid?

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