It was a Saturday morning, and there was a fresh layer of new snow on the ground. My father told my sister and me to bundle up because he was taking us for a surprise. We stopped at the top of this steep hill a short drive from our house and got out. He opened the trunk of the car, and there were two brand new sleds. I rode down the hill first, on my stomach. The snow was so fresh and powdery that it blew up into my face all the way down. When I got to the bottom, I had snowflakes all over my face and eyelashes. It was wonderful.