This picture is at least 30 years old. Growing up in the big city of Toronto I didn't get out to the wilderness much. But when the winter blanketed the hills of Roding Park in snow my family would pack up the old toboggan and head to the park. We'd spend hours sliding down the steep hills, screaming with laughter and enjoying the rush of wind. Afterwards our faces red and chapped from the cold we would head home wet, cold and exhausted but glowing from the winter fun that only the Candian parks could provide. Even now years later I look back and remember those days.