Peanuts Begins by Charles Schulz for January 02, 2020

But lots of people live in the city and still go sledding

Try moving to Calvin’s area of the nation, Charlie Brown, for there’s plenty of sledding spots.

If you move to the country, enjoy seeing white hills in winter and green hills in summer and vice versa

Yup. Where I grew up everything was absolutely flat. Our biggest “hill” was about like this one. I never could understand as a kid why sleds were fun.

I often sledded down the hill behind my old grade school.

Good grief! Life has its ups and downs, CB.

When I was a little kid, we lived in Louisiana for a few years. Can’t recall if there were hills, but we didn’t get snow. Then we moved to Central Illinois. Plenty of snow, but nothing you’d really call a hill.

I ended up in Connecticut. Hills and snow, but I’m old now. Oh well.

Charlie just doesn’t know as much about sledding as Calvin.

Try a shorter sled….lol

This would have been even funnier if it had all been closeup until the last panel.

I greatly enjoyed taking the ol’ Flexible Flyer to go sledding on a great hill at the upper tip of Manhattan Island. Wheeee!

Reminds me of sledding in Oklahoma City.

“We’re going to need a bigger hill.”

This happens again

When I was a kid, we lived in suburbia. A few blocks away was an undeveloped area, and one of our neighbors owned a small farm there. It had a nice hill that was a great place to go sledding.

But, one year, the neighborhood residents were notified sledding would no longer be allowed there. My guess is the farm owner’s insurance company notified him, unless he paid much higher premiums, they would not cover injuries to people playing on his land, and he could not afford the higher premiums. That left the neighborhood without a good place to go sledding.

And this would be reused in It’s Christmastime Again, Charlie Brown with Linus and Sally in a cardboard box replacing Charlie Brown and Patty on a sled.

This actually reminds me of my memories of sledding in the front yard as a toddler at the house we were living in at the time. I remember this nice large sledding hill and all the fun it was to go down it. Now when I go by that house I realize that the hill in the front yard was nothing more than a snow bank as the yard is relatively flat with no hills to really sled down. Whenever I talk about it with my folks they remember me sledding in that yard and remember how dad built up the snow bank buy shoveling the drive and deliberately putting the snow right there so I’d have a sledding “hill”. But to a toddler, a snow bank up to an adults waist or a little higher is a hill.