One year my parents got us a 6 foot toboggan for Christmas. The boys had built a ramp out of the snow because they wanted a ski jump. We would get 4 or 5 of us on the toboggan, get a push and over the ski jump and down the hill, crashing most of the time. Then lay there in the snow and laugh. I do need to tell you that there were not as many tombstones then as there is now. That hill used to be bare but there were a few graves at the bottom of the hill. One time 3 of us went at breakneck speed down the hill on the toboggan and smacked into one of the tombstones so hard that we bounced and flew off. We were fine and we didn't hurt a thing, not even the toboggan. We had so many hours of fun on that toboggan. I wonder what my Dad was thinking when he bought it. That is also the only Christmas I remember my Dad and Mom going Christmas shopping together.
Mom and I had a good laugh about all of this while I was there so I took a photo of the hill. Then I forgot about it until I talked to Mom last night so I thought I would share it with you. I think that was my best Christmas ever because I have enjoyed it many times and not just that one time. Thanks for listening.