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By Jeremy | January 31, 2005
So screamed Judah after sleigh-riding down Owl's Head hill last night. The shear delight of his little voice combined with the excitement in his eyes makes fatherhood the greatest joy in the world. Unfortunately, two runs later Judah plowed into another little guy about his age and felt embarassed -- not to mention afraid and slightly achy -- and it was time to go home.
The crash wasn't his fault. A group of 7 or 8 boys felt the need to walk uphill shoulder to shoulder rather than single file just as he began his descent. Despite his cries of "Look out below," the youngest of the bunch either didn't hear him or froze in terror as Judah's sled approached. Hence the accident. No one was hurt, but it was scary enough for a novice sledder to call it a night. We'll try again later this week or next week when we visit Judah's cousins in Massachusetts.
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