When I was walking to my grandfather’s place this afternoon I started thinking of how old I am… The sun was shining, the air was autumn cool and crisp and the leaves on the pavement opposite were very inviting – I was so tempted to cross the street and kick some leaves!
However, then I remembered last time I did it, and managed to step in some dog shit… so I continued walking on the leaf-free side of the street….
It reminded me of the last time I went sledging (pulka-åkning) which must be almost 10 years ago now. My family and I brought some sledges to the old sledge hill (pulkabacken vid Silvåkra) – it used to be our favourite, it was high and long, perfect!
My first time in years to go downhill with the wind in my face, woho – and half way down a bump in the track made me jump with the sledge, and I was terrified! I was absolutely convinced that I had broken my back… No more sledging for me! [I didn’t of course break it, my back was just a little sore]
I was shocked to realise that my parents had let me and my brother go down this hill as children – it was dangerous!
Am I old? Afraid and sensible? Scary thought! I hope that if I have children in the future, I will let them go sledging in the winter and kick leaves in the autumn…
On my way back from my grandfather’s, I decided to not be so sensible and walk in the fallen leaves – unfortunately they were not dry after the rain yesterday and they didn’t rustle the way they should!
Once at home, I found some blackberries in the backgarden, they tasted so good – weird, picking ripe blackberries in October!