After fall is over, I immediately think of what the hill will look like on its first snow. As you walk down the street, a parade of children bundled in snow jumpers and holding brightly colored sleds walk in one direction. In this scattered group, you don't hear conversations but know where everyone is headed. As you approach the hill, figures of all shapes and sizes sit atop this white mound. Little by little, bits of color come sliding and screaming down the hill with excitement. Some sledders make it down the hill smoothly. Other loose control and flip their sleds. These sledders lay lifeless on the ground staring at the sky for a few moments. At first you wonder if they are ok but seconds later they get up, grab their sleds, and race back up the hill. These are my favorite sledders.