Shoveling snow off my slate front walk the other day (well, several times this winter if you want to be exact) reminded me of making a rink on Lake Katonah...we didn't mind shoveling then -- at least not TOO much. We were anxious to play "Johnny, Come Over!" so the sooner we got that rink made, the sooner we could play. I can still feel my skate percussing the ice and hear the sound of the metal shovel scraping against the ice...push, glide, push, glide along one length, then flipping the snow up off the shovel, turning myself around to begin again in the other direction. Once in awhile we'd shovel paths and play "Fox and Geese," racing and chasing each other around in a wild game of tag.
My thoughts skated down other memory lanes as I continued my shoveling in the present day...proving that shoveling snow can still provide a relaxed and happy experience.
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