Sliding on fresh snow was fun, but taking a trip down a hill, when a freezing rain had transformed the slide into sheet of glass, was the best. When we could walk across the deep snow, pretty much without falling through, it was time. One of our prime runs was the big hill at the cemetery. It was long, steep, fast, and of course the track we took had the added obstacles of gravestones to get in your way. The incredibly swift bobsled runs of the Olympics, that we watched on TV, paled in comparison to our treacherous runs, weaving around the granite stones until we reached the end across the frozen pond. Throw in the added dimension of racing down a hill on a moon-lit night, and you probably see that we spent a lot of time making our creative fun. Hey, we had to do something to make those frigid days and nights move by on the calendar. And yes, sometimes we trudged back up the hill a bit bloodied, but that was the price we paid for our dark excitement. Can't talk. Time for one more run!