end of kid's sledding

I grew up in Wisconsin, a little town called Muskego, lived on Big Muskego lake. People had streams from the lake to their homes and there would be ice heaves where they meant sometimes three or four feet high, we would come flying down them on our ice skates hit that heave and get twenty or so feet of air, also had a hill called suicide hill for sledding, The point of all this is I can tell you where every scar and broken bone came from, we would compare scars, mines bigger than yours is!! It was all part of growing up, My dad would smack me upside the head and call me a dumb *** while smiling of course. Those days are long gone, There are a lot of money grubbing dead beats around. What a shame.

Jeff