broken molds

"When they made you, they broke the mold!"

Walking home in the snow

I have a really distinct memory to share. I've been thinking about my childhood this week and the kids on the street that we lived on until Kari and I were 9 or 10. I remember that the boys up the street had a backyard that sloped to the river to create a giant sledding hill. The older boy had a toboggan that fit 3 of us. So it could be him and us twins or Solveig and his little brother and him. He was always steering because the goal was to fly down the hill and shoot across the river and land in the cattails on the other side. One time mom came to pick me up from their house and we were walking home and in hand. She stopped and pointed to something on her jacket near the lapel. It was a perfect snowflake. I asked if it was really. I'm sitting here writing this and I can still see it, with the mauve color of her benchwarmer coat as the background.