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

  • From: "Judith Evans" <judithevans1@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2006 21:28:06 +0100

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

----- 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.
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