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Ah, holiday memories.
Dec. 19th, 2004 08:10 pmZip and I saw a few snow flurries on the way to dinner tonight (baby wanted barbeque, what can I say) and we started reminiscing about various snow-related adventures from our childhoods.
My personal favorite memory is of sledding down the golf course hill at BG, crammed in with about twenty other people into a Mr. Turtle pool. It was like stacking a phone booth, but colder. I don't think I've ever gone down a hill so fast in my entire life. Mr. Turtle was da bomb, man.
What's your favorite sledding memory? Does it involve a sled, or a toboggan, or one of those scary and utterly unsteerable aluminum saucers? (Damn, those things could move.) Or maybe a side of a refrigerator box? Those things could pick up some speed, too.
So take a trip down memory lane, won't you? And please take us with you, in the comments.
My personal favorite memory is of sledding down the golf course hill at BG, crammed in with about twenty other people into a Mr. Turtle pool. It was like stacking a phone booth, but colder. I don't think I've ever gone down a hill so fast in my entire life. Mr. Turtle was da bomb, man.
What's your favorite sledding memory? Does it involve a sled, or a toboggan, or one of those scary and utterly unsteerable aluminum saucers? (Damn, those things could move.) Or maybe a side of a refrigerator box? Those things could pick up some speed, too.
So take a trip down memory lane, won't you? And please take us with you, in the comments.
