I was the oldest child in my family, so I received the first small Flexible Flyer sled. It did not snow that Christmas Day, so I could not test it out. That sled was used by me, my three brothers, my sister and my own children later on.
Of course, as I grew older, I would get the next larger size sled until we had all four sizes available. I can remember standing by the window, my chin on the sill, waiting for the snow flurries to, as we said, “stick.” Usually they did not! When they did, my mother would bundle me up with sweaters, a warm coat and noisy buckled boots over my shoes to keep them dry and my feet from freezing.
I would go get my neighbor, Russell Booth, and we would go sledding in my yard. My yard was about 10 feet below the next street, so we had a nice hill to go sliding down. Unlike most 5-year-olds who only stay out in the snow a very short time, Russell and I would stay out until our mothers would come out and drag us inside.
By the way, Russell is now 93 years old and is still my friend. The two of us kept sled riding until we were out of high school. These memories were brought back as I watched local kids sliding in the recent, very infrequent snows we have in this area. Have you ever thrown your sled down and jumped belly down while grabbing the steering handles to enjoy a fast ride in the snow? Would you like to? What do you think?
William J. Kelly is a Weatherford resident and regular contributor to Viewpoints.