This week I went sledding with my family, something we never did while living in Las Vegas. The lack of snow was probably the biggest reason.
When we started I was the boring adult, stuck with the job of hauling the sled back up the hill and letting the kids enjoy the ride down. Yeah, that didn’t last long. The kid in me would never allow it. But taking the sled from the kids would be mean, so we all piled on. We laughed and crashed a zillion times down the hill. It was awesome, until the evening came… Oh how my body ached—making me paying for all the fun I had.
I would do it again in a heartbeat. Writing is a very isolated profession. I spend hours alone with just my imagination. Any time I get to spend with my family is precious. They are very important to me. I never want them to forget that.