Bavaria, Christmas 1968. Mom, Dad, older brother Mark (in the front of the sled) and me (the littlest). By two or three years old, as I was here, kids have acquired language: I was also acquiring a familiarity with snow, the bite of cold, sleds, and the dragging of sleds (courtesy of my Dad). From the look on my face, I was also getting acquainted with the now-familiar feeling of being WORRIED!