Carolyn came zipping down the big hill.
Carolyn and Molly ran off into the brush.
Jason whizzed by where I was pointing the camera without any idea of what was in the frame. The sun was too bright to see the screen.
The temperature in the forties made the snow melt, and I found it even slicker the next day, when it had refrozen in the night.
Grammie here doesn't have to have children to go sledding with her, but it is more fun.
