It's snowing again. Watching the snow fall suddenly brought back memories of snowmobiling when I was a teen. Dad had two snowmobiles and occassionally let us older girls drive them. It was a lot of fun but there was one incident that caused me not to drive one again.

One day Dad told me I could take my little brother for a ride. He is 9 years younger than me so I'm guessing at the time he was only about 4 or 5 years old. We jumped on the snowmobile, started it up and with my brother sitting in front of me with our hands on the handlebars, we slowly moved across the yard. When we reached the road I stopped to look for cars. Suddenly my brother punched the gas and we flew across the road... into the ditch. We were stuck and I had no choice but to go into the house and tell Dad. When I told him what had happened, that brother hit the gas, Dad totally blamed me! I was the one who put the snowmobile in the ditch and "I shouldn't blame it on my little brother". It turned out the snowmobile had a broken track and I was never allowed to drive either one again. I was bummed. I thought to myself at the time, the things younger siblings can get away with at the expense of an older one!