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Speaking of night time, at least one year after dark we would drag a toboggan across the north edge of the swamp on the ice and snow to a hill on some farm land adjoined the swamp shore. It was my friend Smitty, my four year younger brother and myself. The idea here was to toboggan down the steep hill in the dark between trees, into the swamp where there were a patchwork of hillocks, mounds of animal built vegetation about one to two feet tall. You can't steer a toboggan and from the top there is no aim. But we knew we were going to hit one of these hillocks every-time. And we did. We would fly three or four feet into the air and the only question was, which way were going to fly, straight up or off to the left or right. The uncertainty was the fun of it as the toboggan might land flat and then hit another or we would sail off the toboggan plunging into the icy cold foot of snow to the right or left.
One year it rained hard and then froze so that all the roads in town were ice. For a week some of us kids were able to skate all over town on the narrow tree line roads like Holland. To get from my house to UpTown by road one first had to transverse a hill, at the top of which on the other side with the first snows kids would sled down the road about a football field in length.
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