Jolly Ranchers
are everywhere over here- my kids used to get bottles of seltzer water and drop one in to make their own soda.

The memory I have as a small child was that the hill in back of my parents' house in Utica was fucking HUGE, the ultimate sledding hill, about fifty feet of drop over a couple hundred feet- about a 25% grade overall, steep at first and then leveling out toward the bottom. Riding a bike down that hill was tantamount to suicide as you'd be going at expressway speeds by the end of it across grass and would wipe out and wind up doing a face plant into the back of the Methodist church.

I went back there a few years ago and looked at that hill through the eyes of an adult, and thought about the concept of riding a bike down it now.

Far more fucking scary now than it ever was back then. If anything I had remembered the hill as being smaller than it is.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 26 Nov 2008, 19:45, Reply)