Ever have one of those moments where you think “what ever happened to my…oh ya!” Had one of those today.
Growing up in Muskoka, I did a TON of water-skiing. We would try and water-ski any way we could imagine: barefoot, elbows and knees, on paddles, lawn chairs on circular pieces of wood, 5 guys on a wind-surfer…whatever. This didn’t stop in our teens (or even our 20’s).
Today, while tobagganing with my son, I suddenly realized where my GT Snow Racer went.
My Grandfather hid it after I, and a couple of friends – at the responsible age of 32 – decided to try and pull it behind our ski boat. (I thought we were the only ones that did this….guess I was wrong)
I guess my Grandfather thought it was a little dangerous..so he took away my tobaggan. My Grandfather took a tobaggan way from his 32 year old Grandson. Nice. 
DAMN I would have loved to have that crazy sled today.
