I don't think anyone's actually articulated it this way, but the total living in the NOW. On my street, I lived at the bottom of a hill, and there were about six or seven houses going up until the road sort of turned to the right and leveled off a little (but still went up). There was a stone wall that ran parallel to the road, and about 5 to 10 feet from the curb (it varied). There were a few trees in this strip as well. We would sled ride, and we would come down from about three houses up into the "flatter area", then down the steep part to my house, and at my house we'd have to execute a sharp left turn into my side yard, then down through my back yard. If we missed to the left, we hit the stone wall, missed to the right we were out in the street, and missed the bottom turn and you hit another stone wall.
I can remember waxing up my sled, and at about 12 or 14 years old, bringing pails of water out to ice down this strip so we could go faster. I can tell you I would shit myself now at the idea of doing that, but then? Bring it on, pussies! Let's ride sleds!!!