I just remembered a little snitchet of a dream I had last night. I was in the middle of the wilderness, at night during the winter. The night was lit from the moon and stars reflecting off the snow. I had reached this valley with two kids who wanted to slide down the hill to the middle. The path looked like it has actually been sledded on a little, but I didn’t think it was safe and said no. Alex, my little brother’s brother, was with me as we neared the bottom and looked back up the hill and started crying (he is a bit of a cry baby). He was upset because Cody (his older brother) was sliding down the hill with a big grin on his face. Alex continued to cry, so I said he could walk halfway back up and slide down on his butt. I walked with him, but as I got there I started to convince myself that it wouldn’t hurt anything if I went down too (especially since I had a red sled in my bag), or at the very least go with Alex. And that is where the dream ended. Me wondering if I had the guts to face my fears of sledding. [For those of you who don't know the sledding story, I seriously broke my back two years ago sledding].