Two years ago we had a good snow year. We had fluffy good stuff for playing in. We head across the street to the community sledding hill and played our guts out, slipping and sliding down the "kiddie" hill. Across the ball field, ominously tall and shimmery, was the "big" hill. My daughter, then 5, was hesitant to try going down it. My 2 and a half year old was definitely too small to attempt it. However, more importantly I suppose, I felt queasy just looking at it. It was so steep and so many rowdy "big" kids zoomed down the hill at high speed, wiping out plenty, but also screaming with glee. Last year was a bit of a write off as far as fluffy fun snow was concerned. This year though, we have had a nice dose of snow in the past few days and both kids were keen to get started on using their new sleds. By the time we got outside though, it was raining. Cold icy rain was running in rivulets down the street. The wind tunnel...