Growing up, we hoped every Christmas would be a "white" one. It was beautiful and holiday-ish,
but mostly we wanted to go sledding.
Our street was on a small hill,
but you always had to move for cars coming up the road. And our school playground had a very steep hill, but it was always crowded with other kids.
So my dad would take us and a bunch of friends on a drive to a snowy
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