I've been sledding on the same hill since I was about five years old: Forest Glen Park in my hometown of Burnaby, B.C.
Today, when I took my two daughters and their friend for sledding in one of our relatively rare cold, sunny, snowy days, might have been the best one ever. The temperature was just below freezing, so warm enough for the kids to take off their jackets and slide in shirts and snowpants. The snow was compact but not icy, like a good ski run. It wasn't too crowded, but it was fast.
Someone even built a wooden jump ramp part way down one of the hills, which I'd never seen before.
We were there for two and a half hours. When I needed to take a rest, I lay back in my snow gear and looked up into the blue sky, watching planes bound for Vancouver Airport banking directly overhead.
Now I'm sore, and the kids fell asleep extra-fast tonight. And in three days we'll be at Disneyland, at a hotel with a pool. How cool is that?