Sledding on Carmichael Hill and "Life in a Northern Town."
It's funny how when you're a kid, a day can last forever. Now, all these years seem just like a blink. Bobby Garfield- Hearts in Atlantis This is my ninth year in hot weather Christmas land. Instead of snow and sledding they do beaches and BBQ. They say you eventually get used to it, but I never have. If I close my eyes I can still remember winter in my hometown like it was yesterday. There was a lovely song once upon a time called, “Life in a Northern Town” that described it well. Snow, ice and cold for three months that the adults complained about and the kids dreamed about. Fresh snow brought a world of possibilities for a kid in my town. Pictured above is Carmichael Hill. It might not look like much, but for kids in my town it was the hotspot of winter activities. Even the least religious kids prayed for a snow day back then. It meant school was cancelled and you could grab your saucer or sled or even Black garbage back and make your way to Carmichael Hill. That’
