The summer before fifth grade, my family moved from warm, deep south, Mississippi to not nearly warm enough, right on the lake, Ohio. While the temperature and culture were different from what we were used to, I was thrilled to be in a place with snow. That first winter, friends took us sledding at a park that overlooked Lake Erie. I had no idea that snow and ice could be so much fun. My kids have grown up with more snow in their lives but that’s only increase their love of speeding down snow covered hills.
Recently friends took us to their favorite sledding hill. It was perfect. Cold snow, steep hills, good friends, and lots of laughter.
The sore muscles and the cold were completely worth it. Ahh, how I love the simple joys of life.