Happy Days

The cold, crisp winter days bring memories of sledging with my dad on a sledge he specially
made for me.
We laughed and screamed with delight as we sped down the hill dozens of times. Exhausted
and cold with red cheeks, we walked home where mum had made us homemade soup with
warm bread.
Happy days 1959

Sue Johnson

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