The hill beside my house is filled with sledders. Adorable miniature ones. They all wear fur ruffs, puffy mittens, and boots with seal skin soles. Every time I peer beyond my window they wave frantically and race to the top of the hill to show me how fast they can slide down. And they can slide quickly... ohhh so quickly. The mother in me screams for them to stop. But the mother in me is silenced by the child in me that remembers such fond memories that they are making that very instant.
