And talk about deep snow. We could always find a deep drift to tunnel our way inside. With hidden chambers and vivid imaginations, snowball fights were far more fun.
Kids today don’t use the old runner sleds, but I know many of you remember them well. Those Flexible Fliers made winter a real blast, but it took a special place to use them. We were blessed with Brewster Hill Road, right across Route 23 from our house.
Back then, there was little or no traffic to speak of. The town kept the road plowed, but they only sanded the uphill side of the road so we could sleigh ride down the other. Like that would happen in today’s day and age.
All of us in the neighborhood would spend the entire weekend racing down the old dirt road. We’d start from the top and make it all the way to the concrete highway. And when it was icy, it was even better. Bumper cars and demolition derbies had nothing on us.
And then there was the ice skating on the pond. We’d skate every night the ice was solid. Hockey games with old brooms and a homemade puck matched team against team. Four of us battled for the coveted title.
Didn’t we get cold? Sure we did. With rosy cheeks and near frostbitten noses, fingers and toes, we’d return to our houses to warm up. A cup of hot chocolate and some homemade cookies were all we needed to get ready to do it all again.
Those were wonderful times. We didn’t have video and computer games, but we had fun. We used our minds and kept active outside, always dreaming up new adventures.
Today, those are magnificent memories. When we get together or talk on the phone, one of the four of us will sometimes say, “Remember when …?”
I wonder what today’s kids will say 40 years from now. “Remember when we used to play Call of Duty or Zombie Adventures?”
It won’t be quite the same, will it?
Rick Brockway writes a weekly outdoors column for The Daily Star. Email him at email@example.com.