Remember that time you did something bad ass and you wonder if anyone noticed? Yeah, someone might have. Also, remember the time you were a dumb-bunny and you hope no one saw? Someone might have. Ah snow. Ah memories.

We’ve had snow this week! Snow days from work even! A native Michigander, I’m convinced that cold is more enjoyable when it’s bright outside and glittery. Also, it’s far easier to play in snow than in mud.

When I was a kid, we all went sledding at Memorial Park, which had several hills. I was always on the fastest, biggest one. We were old school—no tow rope, no car waiting at the bottom. We sped down, and trudged up.

Mostly it was kids on the fast slope. But there are two people who were in their early 20s (maybe late teens, I was a kid, IDK) I remember from those days.

One was a dumbass. She was a super cute blonde, and wearing one of those bunny-fur jackets that were popular for a minute late 70s into the 80s. And high heel boots over her jeans, I’ll never forget it.

We’d borrowed a toboggan. It wasn’t a great hill for so long and unmaneuverable a sled—too icy. But what the heck. All us kids knew—if for some reason you wipe out mid-hill, get the hell out of the way!

This young woman and her boyfriend wiped out mid-hill. She was mincing along uphill in those high heels—right up the middle. Once you get going downhill, there’s no stopping and barely any turning. We rammed her. Not on purpose. She went ass-over-teakettle. Pretty sure they left the hill after that collision. We didn’t.

And I remember a guy, late teens or early 20s. He had sideburns, a fleeced-denim jacket and cowboy boots. Cowboy boots, if you didn’t know, are my favorite footwear. Cowboy-boot guy was standing on top of the hill watching people go down, really examining the path.

In a clear moment, he stepped out onto the hill and skied all the way down just on his boots! It remains one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen anyone do.

So, blonde rabbit-fur jacket gal, I hope you’re OK. Situational awareness is a useful skill.

And sideburn cowboy-boot guy, I still think you’re cool. For what it’s worth.

I wonder how many times I’m the dumbass in someone’s story?