Feel the Rhythm, Feel the Rhyme

When I was a kid, my dad traveled a lot for work.  This made life pretty difficult for my mom…  4 kids at home–  12, 10, 4, 1

Sarah and I (being the older of the two) helped out.  A LOT.

One of our chores was garbage.  And being kids, we always tried to make this fun for ourselves. 

The movie ‘Cool Runnings’ had come out a few years earlier and we were now the proud owners of the VHS.  We watched it many times, knew all of the words.

Winter. Snow. Sledding! Why not make our lives easier and take the garbage out on a sled? It would go faster, right? Well, it probably would have, if we didn’t turn it into this huge game. We would start at the top. We had one of those old fashioned sleds– you know the kind– made of wood, red runners, a string attached. We would take one bag at a time, so that we could enjoy the garbage/sledding experiene. One bag at a time… one of us on the sled… the other pulling.

“Feel the rhytym, feel the rhyme, get on up, it’s bobsled time!” Every time we went down the driveway– we repeated and pulled. One bag at a time.

I guess that we weren’t masters at efficiency, but at least we had fun.

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About peanutrwco

My memories are something that I treasure. Some memories I want to capture in writing because I want to be able to share them from generation to generation, others are just something I want to keep in my heart. Whether it's something that just happened or something that happened years ago, I want to have it to keep.
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One Response to Feel the Rhythm, Feel the Rhyme

  1. tsudmeier says:

    What a great memory! I love your creativity with making a usually dreaded task fun.

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