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🎄Mo Candy Christmas: Behind the Scenes Series 🎄 Post #2: “Sledding Stories” - Inspirations from Childhood🎄

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This week we’ll share a little story from one of our creators. In the world titled “Snowy Sunrise” in Mo Candy Christmas there’s a toboggan - with some history.

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Sledding was always the highlight of winter. Every snowfall was different - the way the wind blew the drifts into rolling swells or sheer cliffs - left a new frontier to explore. Remember how resilient we were to the cold? Who could notice frozen toes or noses when there were still untested ways of sledding down that huge snow drift behind the house.

I grew up with 2 older siblings who were very close in age to me and we always dreamed of having a toboggan. Rumor had it this was the fastest sled out there, and of course the more bodies on it the faster it’ll go, legend says. To a child’s sense of finances of course I thought one of these gems must be about in the price range of a Cadillac and I never really thought we’d own one. So you can imagine the sheer joy when we unwrapped the mysteriously long package stuffed behind the Christmas tree. (My Mom surely couldn’t believe we didn’t guess what it was).

With a freshly fallen foot of fluffy snow, we immediately bundled up to test it out. The three of us all agreed (a rare occurrence), that the maiden voyage should be down the steepest hill we could find. We would finally experience flight. Behind our house meandered Timber Creek, with varying steepnesses of cut-bank to the north side. The steepest part of this was not-ironically known as “Dangerous Hill”. My sister and I usually avoided this even in a regular “slow” sled, but this moment was no time for holding back. I think we surely were putting some trust in our older brother’s confidence that this was the way we were going to do it (and of course we didn’t want to be called chicken - my sister and I surely waiting for the other to be the first one to back out of the deal).

At the top, we surveyed for the ‘sweet spot’ of Dangerous HIll - just to the left of the cliffs, just to the right of the trees at the bottom - we lined up the toboggan. Oldest to youngest we climbed on, our brother in the front with heels dug into the snow, my sister and I on next with our boots in the lap of the sibling in front of us, arms wrapped tightly around their waist.

“Ready?” Without waiting for an answer my brother pulled up his heels and we were off.

In selecting the sweetest spot of dangerous hill we had neglected to survey our trajectory beyond the bottom of the hill..

A long wind-break curved around the other side of Timber Creek on the south side. We evidently didn’t consider we’d make it that far.

A blur of white and the windbreak - all this in the space of a split second.

How slowly time travels when facing down your doom.

We couldn’t stop. We couldn’t steer. We couldn’t bail (my sister and I, anyway), we were going too fast and were leg-locked in like a three-headed centipede.

In an act of desperate self-preservation, being the only one with legs free, my brother heaved the whole centipede off to the left. We were a tumble of white as a loud “CRACK!” indicated where our toboggan traveled on without us, while we all tumbled head over heels down Dangerous Hill, coming to eventual quiet stop like boulders in a landslide, at the bottom of Timber Creek.

The quiet. I can still hear it. Three frozen breaths, three pounding hearts, strewn out half buried in the fluffy snow, finally uncleanching our eyes to a matte grey sky we thought for sure must be heaven. Is there a heavier silence than the moments after near death?

Though being made of that rubbery stuff all kids are made of, we suffered less than our brand new toboggan, which had earned its first battle scar of a large crack down the center.

A few years ago I got the chance to visit in the winter, after living 2 decades in the sub-tropics. I asked Mom about the toboggan - if we still had it. She couldn’t remember but thought she gave it away years ago.

We always think of the house we grew up in with such permanence. That we can always go back to it and it will be the same as it always was. The realization that time and change march on without us, while we’re away, always deals a bit of a sting - that our dear old toboggan has now become clutter in the garage.

So if you ever owned a cracked toboggan, I might share a little piece of winter history with you.

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These little connections are what our games are built on. The scenes have meaning, have significance, have something to tie a string from your heart to ours. We hope everyone playing Mo Candy Christmas, wherever around the world you may be, is enjoying some little rediscovered nugget of happiness we left in there for you to enjoy.

The toboggan in the first scene of Mo Candy Christmas is an exact replica of the infamous toboggan.

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