tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935119120134488778.post7487737884110702158..comments2024-02-12T15:52:58.826-08:00Comments on Christina Sanantonio-Thinking Out Loud Poetry Blog: Sledding With BoysChristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956955237540160329noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935119120134488778.post-52735128203730721892009-02-09T11:22:00.000-08:002009-02-09T11:22:00.000-08:00Thanks for the memories.I loved sledding when I wa...Thanks for the memories.<BR/><BR/>I loved sledding when I was a kid. In Humboldt Park in Chicago where I grew up, there was a hill we called Bunker Hill, and in winter when the snow covered it, it was as big as the biggest thing in Chicago. I would spend all day saturday and sunday sledding, and on weekdays, I would leave school and get my sled and go up the hill.<BR/><BR/>Thinking back on it all, I can't believe any of us survived. We were always looking for the fast and most dangerous way down that hill. I had friends who were knocked out, had ribs broken, lost teeth, and almost drowned. There was a lagoon thinly covered with ice at the bottom of one side of the hill.<BR/><BR/>Crazy.John Guzlowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13052735138993479204noreply@blogger.com