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All this snow and talk of snow reminds me of sledding. If you check the archives of this blog, February 08, I believe, you will find some of my childhood sledding memories.
Today though, I want to share about a sledding experience I had as a young adult.
In 1989 or early 1990, we received a lot of snow. School was out and most of our family was off work because of the snow/ice covered roads. My husband worked for the road department at the time and was working sixteen-hour shifts.
My brother-in-law, who lived on a large farm at the time, had to feed cattle. While he was out, he got the idea of pulling a feed trough with the tractor –using the trough as a sled. He called all of us and invited us to come to the farm for an afternoon of sledding.
We put enough clothes, socks and long warm underwear on that we wouldn’t freeze. We met at his house, loaded in his big four-wheel drive truck and headed to the backfields.
I’d dare not guess how many times all of us, except my brother-in-law, who was driving the truck, piled into the long narrow trough and held on tight as he pulled us around the farm. It was a total blast!
I think I would be to much of a chicken at my current age to participate in such a scheme as the trough sled, but it sure was a fun time.
