"Are you ready for hell?" I whispered.
"It's gonna suck," he concurred, whispering back.
Every year we try. Every year Riley cannot deal. The cold. The brightness. The sound of her nylon snow pants. The teeny little hills we attempt to sled ride down are too scary. The wind is too much. It ends up being more trouble than it's worth.
Today, with over a foot of the powdery white stuff outside, we bundled up and walked over to the school. We've gotta try, right?
"I'm scared," Riley said as she looked down the very small hill.
Last year she would only go down on my lap.
Today, she went down on my lap, once.
After that, she was on her own.
"This is fun!" she yelled.
Over and over, down the hill,
Riley had fun!