Chapter 47: Sledding Down the Hills

Standing triumphantly at the snowy summit of the ridge with their battered vintage wooden sled- salvaged directly from James's grandfather's dusty barn- they looked down the steep slope where dozens of younger kids were currently wiping out into soft snowbanks. "Do you honestly think your steering skills have improved at all since we were ten?" James teased playfully, adjusting his thick wool beanie. "I know for a fact yours haven't," Lily retorted instantly, laughing as she hopped onto the front of the wooden sled and grabbed the rope.