Hi there !
When I was a kid, I lived in rural western Minnesota. We weren't farmers, but we lived out in the country surrounded by fields and pastures. Our house was located on top of one of the largest hills in the township, and being that we lived in the prairie, there were no trees.
One of the best features of our property was our sledding hill.
We literally would walk out of our back door, sit on a sled, and go sailing down the hill. Albeit long prairie grasses whipping you in the face on every run. We had so many sledding parties and it was so much fun!
Except if I am to be honest, I didn't have that much fun. I didn't like the spinning sensation in my belly every time I anticipated going down the hill. I wasn't fond of the body tingles that invaded every fiber of my being as I was sailing.
I kind of hated it.
I never realized it until now. I did it because I wanted to be with my friends. That was more important than anything else.
Now if our friends suggest sledding, I internally recoil at the thought, and at the same time, I realize that my kids need to go sledding. So I put on my big girl pants, go down the hill on one of my kids' sleds two times, and call it., "I'm good. You guys keep going."
It's great if you are an adventurous spirit and excitement fuels you. It's also okay if you aren't. It's good to give kids different experiences even if we don't like them ourselves.
