Recently, I read a book about the history of various Christmas carols. The illustration with the entry on "Sleigh Ride" was a print of parents and their kids going downhill on a sled. That jogged my memory; I thought about times, roughly 40 years ago, when I went over to friends' houses and rode down what, at the time, seemed like steep hills on a sled. Sometimes, when the snow was deep enough on a school day, a gym teacher would tear off large bits of cardboard for kids to use as sleds during recess.
Looking back, it's amusing to think that going on the closest thing we could as a sleigh ride was the height of adventure, danger, and exhilaration for us as kids.
