By popular demand, and for the love of all things cold, I present to you the first intstallment of my stories of the snow.
There are the usuals of snowmen and days off of school, but I have a few that still make even me laugh on the warmest of summer days.
Once I went skiing at Boyce Park with a friend and her church youth group. We mostly stayed on the bunny hill, since neither of us had been skiing before. Well, we got a little bit of courage and decided to try a larger hill--with a ski lift. Now for those of you that know me well enough, you realize that this is a problem because Karissa is deathly afraid of heights. (I only recently began riding rollercoasters, and I can handle large flights of stairs thanks to a few friends that worked with me on that at Governor's School...) Nonetheless, we wre seated on the ski lift, and I made it to the top, with some coaching from my friend. We dismounted the lift, and prepared ourselves to go when all-of-a-sudden, my left ski decided that it wanted to go by itself. The stupid thing detached from my boot and went gliding down the hill. :-/ *argh* So i had to get back onto the lift and ride down with ONE ski on... and the ski lift guy looked at me strangely when he asked if it was mine--no, I'm in the group of kids that only skis with one ski... grr.
Another funny story has to do with an ice storm we had about three years ago. A few neighbors, my brothers, and I decided to go to the elementary school near where I live to go sledding. It was a rough walk up, but my brother Jacob had a friend that had a fantastic hill in his backyard. We stumbled all the way there because it was so icy, but we stuck it out because we wanted to try this hill. When we finally got there, we fought over who would use which sled--naturally, we all wanted the toboggan because it's the fastest, albeit the hardest to drag back up the hill... I lost a game of rock-paper-scissors to win the toboggan, but I got the plastic roll-up sled (you know, the kind they sell in K-mart for like a buck?). Since I was the oldest, I went first. I pushed off and went flying down the hill. I flew all the way to the bottom, across the road at the base of the hill, through the parking lot of the elementary school, across the blacktop playground, down another small hill, across an old lady's backyard, and down yet another small hill into the street below. !!! What a ride! Several times I had tried to stop myself, but really, I couldn't--it was too icy! The kids were all chasing after me--some with their sleds, who also found they couldn't stop, and some just ran. It was terrifying, but quite a rush, and the record for the longest sled ride in my neighborhood :)
When I lived in my old house (before I moved in middle school), Our backyard was right next to a river. We had a chainlink fence that mom and dad had put up to keep up from the river, since the sloping bank was the end of our yard. My sister and I, aged about 9 and 7 respectively, decided that since we couldn't go to our friend's house to sled because the roads were too bad that we'd sled in our own yard. Now, the only "hill" that existed was the riverbank--and it extended right into the chainlink fence. We had our little pink and purple toboggans facing the fence, and we gleefully slid down the small incline into the fence, content that we could entertain ourselves. Until the time that my pink toboggan went a little further than I did--right under the fence and into the rapid river current... Luckily, I didn't follow. I was just barely too big to slide under the fence. I was pretty ticked about losing my pink toboggan. Santa had just given it to me a week prior to it's tragic departure.
I've got plenty more, having lived in Westerm Pennsylvania all my life. I have a passion for the snow, and there's nothing I love more than waking up in the morning to a fresh blanket of snow on the ground :)
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