Red Cheeks on a Sled
She discovered sledding when she was three or four
We used to put her on with us, but then she got independent
I think she was five and a half when she wanted to “go alone”.
I am big, she told us. Not to us, but we allowed it.
She did not want to come in for hot chocolate or warmth.
We finally had to drag her kicking and screaming, into the house.
Her cheeks were blood red, assuring us she had a great time!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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