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| Sledding in the Woods at the Mission with My Brother, colored pencil on paper |
We had Flexible Flyers and no fear. We rode our sleds down very narrow trails through the forest that belonged to the Columban Fathers, their mission, in Bellevue, Nebraska. We sledded above ravines, between trees, running first across a great meadow, finally arriving at the destination; an open connection of backyards, a steep hill, a lip (retaining wall) a jump, other kids, short winter afternoons, not caring about uphill home, or wet feet, or a bloody nose, or anything.
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