I shoveled the same two stoops twice the other day. We hadn’t experienced a dump like that in years.
The neighbor kids joined me while I was shoveling. They took turns riding down the stoops that had not been shoveled on a green disc.
Of course, I took a turn myself, and it wasn’t until after I my ride that I remembered I had broken my wrist sledding when I was not much older than those kids.
Yesterday, we noticed one of the kids had a black eye. When my wife asked him how he did that, he said he couldn’t remember. To be a kid again…