Snow day. No other phrase in a kid’s vocabulary rings with such joyful fun. Western washington recently experienced a rare snow day. In gleeful anticipation of what a snow day brings, our 8- and 10-year-old boys and I went into our neighborhood to go sledding.
We found hill after hill of unsanded slope, just ripe for the sledding, except that every hill was blocked off by the city from sledding altogether. We checked hill after hill, only to find Snohomish police stationed at the bottom of various hills escorting would-be sledders off the sledding hill. My kids asked why. I couldn’t answer because I was just as disgusted. My speech on liability and ridiculous lawsuits would go over their heads like an F-18. We went home instead.
For the one snow day we get every few years, wouldn’t it be nice to make just one hill in Snohomish a designated sledding hill instead of closing them all down? I will volunteer to watch the bottom for traffic just like my parents did when I was a kid and sledded down hills on snow days. This one true winter pleasure needs to be experienced by every single kid sometime in their lifetime.
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