May 20, 2010
By Anonymous

The sparkling of the snow crystals
The crunching as you ride over it
The sun bounces off the metal
As you ride down the hill
The trees stand bare except for a couple dead leaves
You see the groomer going down the hill
The little kids going down the black diamond as fast as they can
You remember when you used to do that and laugh at yourself
You keep going down the hill and you see someone do a corked back five
You wish you could do it but today is not the day
You go down to the chalet and into the stuga the people are nice
You walk out and you see watch the people going down the hill
You see a little kid on a leash then a older kid fly’s by and scares him
You walk out to the park to see who is there this is the life.

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