I lived in the depths of Carmarthenshire for five childhood years. Snow every Christmas, sledding in the hills. But nothing as daring as your hill rides. I love snow too but these days it can be a nuisance Judy ----- Original Message ----- From: "Eric Yost" <eyost1132@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> Sent: Sunday, October 15, 2006 9:19 PM Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Poetry x 2 = Sabbatical > Why I love snow: I grew up in a house alongside a two-mile > hill. It used to be an important road but was closed in the > 1940s when a modern road was built elsewhere. In winter, the > entire two-mile stretch would get covered with ice and snow. > When I was a kid, we'd take our sleds up to the very top of > the hill and fly down at ridiculous speeds. > > Nearing the town below, we'd have to crash the sleds into a > snowbank or we'd cross traffic intersections. There were two > ways to crash: you could roll off the sled at the last > moment, the sled would hit the snowbank, and sometimes fly > into the air; or you could stay on the sled and hope your > weight would keep the sled level so it would penetrate the > snowbank right, and the rider would fly up into the air and > land on the other side of the snowbank. > > The beauty of sledding, the sharp turns in the road, the > crisp cold, the almost heroic ending of the ride -- these > stick in mind as some of the most exciting moments of my > childhood. > ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html