The day I lost my love for snow

As a kid, I loved the snow.

In Palouse we got a lot of it. When it came down, I knew it was time to get out my Flexible Flier sled. The Fliers were the sleds of all sleds.

When there was a good base, we would gather on North Hill and clear the side streets for the best sledding you could ever find.

We would station someone, usually a parent, on each side street to divert traffic away from our hill...