Rachel and her dog, Buster, in 1965. The winter games of our youth were most likely not looked upon as “death defying” yet, when you think about some of our shenanigans, well, we most likely wouldn’t want our kids or grandkids to do what we did. We slid down hills toward barb wire. We tobogganed behind cars. We skied down farm pasture hills in old, wet, wool long-johns and our rubber buckle boots. We defied death on our aluminum flying saucers. We broke ground on new machines