[lit-ideas] Re: Poetry x 2 = Sabbatical

  • From: Eric Yost <eyost1132@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2006 16:19:05 -0400

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.

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