Golden Ride, Silver Snow

In snow country, one of childhood’s greatest winter-time joys is sledding down the highest hill in the neighborhood on a clear, cold, and snowy day.  The joy is compounded when that very first ride of the year is done on a brand new Flexible Flyer sled that still had traces of paint on its runners—especially if that brand new sled was the Christmas gift you’d been dreaming about since July.  Does anyone besides me remember that joy, that thrill, that inexpressible delight?