The toboggan was rarely put to use. Probably because the 6-foot long sled was approximately the same length as the only hill around. So when my mother pulled it through the snowy backyard when I was a kid, I watched from the kitchen window, curious. Did she develop a sudden urge to go sledding? Had she decided to give it away to those children we heard so much about? Children who actually appreciated what their parents did for them? And, if so, could I see these children whom I was beginning to suspect were theoretical if not flat out lies?
No, Mom positoned the toboggan close to the house, removed her heavy coat, kicked off her boots and stretched out wearing only a blue print two-piece swimsuit and a pair of thick wooly socks.
It kind of made an impression.