Tobogganing at Chestnut Ridge

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Tobogganing at Chestnut Ridge

Winter in Buffalo

Sunday afternoons

Family outing to Chestnut Ridge

Long toboggan

Family of 6

in pull-on snow pants,

a puffy snow suit

Red rubber boots with a buckle on the side

Two pairs of socks

a scarf wrapped around my neck

Bundled up against the frigid winter winds

so I can barely move.

 

 

We climb the long steep steps

Waiting, waiting, creeping slowly up the stairs,

jumping up and down to keep warm,

until we get to the top,

and finally we are there.

I look down at all the people so far below us.

It is our turn.

 

A quick bustle to get everyone into the toboggan

Dad at the back, then Mom, Ellen, David, me,

and in the very front little Debby

Each holds onto the family member in front,

hanging onto them for dear life,

and we are off.

 

Down the chute, whipped onto the snow

flying down the hill

which seemed endless

screaming all the way,

until we either fell into a heaping mass of bodies

or slowly came to a stop

laughing, rolling off,

and headed back up the hill to do it again.

 

Winter in Buffalo

Sunday afternoons

Family outing to Chestnut Ridge

Long toboggan

Family of 6

in pull-on snow pants,

a puffy snow suit

Red rubber boots with a buckle on the side

Two pairs of socks

a scarf wrapped around my neck

Bundled up against the frigid winter winds

so I can barely move.

 

We climb the long steep steps

Waiting, waiting, creeping slowly up the stairs,

jumping up and down to keep warm,

until we get to the top,

and finally we are there.

I look down at all the people so far below us.

It is our turn.

 

A quick bustle to get everyone into the toboggan

Dad at the back, then Mom, Ellen, David, me,

and in the very front little Debby

Each holds onto the family member in front,

hanging onto them for dear life,

and we are off.

 

Down the chute, whipped onto the snow

flying down the hill

which seemed endless

screaming all the way,

until we either fell into a heaping mass of bodies

or slowly came to a stop

laughing, rolling off,

and headed back up the hill to do it again.