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May 12, 2006

My Grandfather Sled

When I was a kid, my Grandfather made a sled for me. It was customized for my size, and the fastest sled of all. He fabricated the rails, carved the wood, put it all together, and let me choose the paint. At that time of my life – I chose Maroon. This Puppy was bad. It was the memory. I was so PROUD!!!

It snowed more back then, and I lived on a very steep hill that was perfect for high speed, hang-on with all you have, mailbox dodging, races for the bottom. Even after I applied a generous portion of soap or candle wax to the rails, it was still a 90 second ride. I mean I could outrun the dogs, and everyone else. I became a neighborhood legend. My mother received phone calls from other mothers saying I was going too fast. I must tell you, that made me feel good. I would relate this to my Grandfather, and it made him proud as well (I could tell). He would tweak my sled to make it even faster. I was challenged often, and never lost. I was the “Fastest�. It was a good time of my life, and I remember it well.

I also remember the boys who stole it from me, set it on fire, and laughed at me when I cried tears of rage. They were jealous.

But, I also remember their faces when I set their fucking treehouse on fire.

The Juju has been with me since I was young.

Posted by Yabu at May 12, 2006 01:54 PM

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