For years, I have had an urge. See we have these decorative… things… I’m not sure what they are. But they hang from the ceiling in our office. I think they are supposed to represent waves of something. But they are plastic of some type and probably about fifteen feet long. To me, they look like one thing. Giant crazy carpets.
So every time it snows I have an urge. Some day I would really like to remove one of these from the ceiling. On a day when it is snowing really hard. Like a day when they have the plows pulled off the road. Then, take the giant crazy carpet over to Aberdeen and ride it down. Maybe see how far up Victoria Road I could get. I’d try for Dufferin, but that’s too far to run with a huge crazy carpet dragging behind you.
Yes, it would be highly illegal. Which is what keeps me from doing it. Well, that and the injuries that would likely result. I am at an age where I still like to think about doing things like that, but my body says no. And if I overrule my body, it makes me pay. Big time.
So it id highly unlikely you will ever see me riding down any hill anywhere. But it is nice to dream.
I have done my share on going down hills. On toboggans, crazy carpets, sleds, even a piece of cardboard if nothing else was handy. If there was snow on the ground, that’s where you could usually find us. On a hill. That or on a pond playing hockey. Flying down a hill gave you a feeling of freedom like nothing else. Climbing up wasn’t as much fun, but you would do it, just to come flying down again.
That’s what I want to do when I see snow. Building snow forts is fun. Same for snowball fights. And building snowmen and making snow angels. But I really want to fly again.
But deep inside is this voice of reason. It’s a rather adult voice, unfortunately. It keeps telling me it will make me pay for doing such things. I know it’s right. But still…
