The day after Christmas we got a wonderful surprise...SNOW...not those wimpy dustings but 6 inches of good packing snow. Living in North Carolina, this is a rarity to get snow that you can actually play in. Needless to say, we were unprepared. So, we bundled up and headed to the mall to purchase the only sled we could find...a cheaply made overpriced snowboard with a handle, perfectly sized for midgets ...nothing like Troy and I remembered growing up.
I vividly remember my trusty green tabaggon and whipping down the hill in our yard, clenching my brakes, trying to avoid slamming into the garage. As we headed back from the mall to sled, Troy spun tales of monster sledding pile ups, 20 people piling onto a brave soul that to decided to take the inflatable semi truck tube for spin, wild rides down suicide hills, and countless war wounds from the event in the days of his youth.
After all the great tales, we were anxious to go ourselves. With sled in tow, we headed for the nearby playground. We were the envy of the playground with our sled. As other kids tumbled down the hill on yoga mats and clothes baskets, we went screaming down the hill on our tiny sled. Troy was actually the only one to actually snow board on it, one time, standing. Steven and I preferred the on the hiney method where snow flew up into your face the whole way down, and we could conveniently drop our legs down as we reached wobble wipe out speed.
As you can see from the video below, we had a blast. I laughed so hard as Steven and Troy repeatedly ran me over, and we pelted each other with snowballs.