I don't think of myself as a Minnesotan, I simply live among them. But even I was excited that the snow is finally here. Graham and I seized the opportunity to take our sled to a neighborhood park that has a pretty darn good hill. This photo is from his first run. I picked a relatively modest slope, and he went down at a moderate speed. Fast enough to feel exciting, but not scary. He loved it. We talked about it the whole way back up the hill. Once there, we agreed that I should ride with him. Big mistake. My added weight made us go a lot faster and dig in a lot deeper, and our faces got covered with snow. He cried while I struggled to find a dry undershirt to dry his face with. And after that, he didn't want to go again. I asked a dozen times, but he kept saying no. I feel really guilty for spoiling his first local sledding fun of the season, but he did want me to ride with him. Really. I wasn't pushy. Ugh. This story reminds me of a previous sledding experience.