Faster than a speeding Thomas

It was just an ordinary Sunday when daddy got me into the car and we were off. Little did I know that his plan was; go up hill, go down a hill, repeat. I've been told this is called “sledding”. I vaguely remember it from this summer, but that was on grass at G and G Ficek’s house. Hmm, this could be interesting.

Here I am being towed by Daddy to the hill. Mush, mush.

Now up the hill – faster daddy, I want to go down sometime today.

What! I have to walk up the hill. Was it something I said?

We did manage to go down the hill once, and then I got distracted by the shiny object called the slides.

The cold weather made then really slick. The tornado slide certainly turned me around.

Oh yeah, we’re here to sled. And sled we did. After about the third trip down, I was hooked. Despite the slow walk back up, daddy and I had a great time sledding. Your turn to pull me up the hill next momma.