Our house was the epicenter for all things fun in the winter. Dad would pile up snow with the plow as high as our house then shovel steps into the hill. He's smooth out the other side of the hill and sometimes pour water down the smooth side for that extra speed. All the kids in the neighborhood would converge at our house and we'd be out there for endless hours.
With the piles of snow Dad would plow at neighbor's houses, we'd tunnel out forts and stock them with piles of snowball ammunition. We'd then embark upon the biggest snowball fight of the winter. Every winter things got better and more elaborate.

Phil and I looked at each other with eyes bugged out. Phil said, "Well. I didn't know he had it in him."
"Neither did I."
But he did. All I could think of was my high school bud, Eric Grusak.

I remember games of tackle football where the guys were always content to let me be quarterback, a few of them liked my spirals so well, they pleaded with me to join the team. I would have, but the school wouldn't let me. (figures) I also remember building floats for the Homecoming parades. Some days, no one showed up except Eric, Stanley and I. But the three of us got things done.
I ran into Eric on MySpace a bit ago. We've been emailing, I found out he's a professional snowboarder now! So yesterday, when Zane, without prompting, decided he was going to snowboard, I thought of Eric.


My adrenaline is pumping thinking of Zane as a professional snowboarder. Makes me want to train so I can get out there!
Funny how we never know what God is going go put in our path and even more fun is how these things come to pass. I have no clue what the future holds for Zane, but I know that I'm excited to find out.
Here's some more pictures of Eric. Here, here and here.
1 comment:
Looks like a blast. Can't wait to watch him in the next winter Olympics! he can be the next Flying Tomato, minus the tomato :)
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