In the car was a mom, a dad, a baby daughter, and a little six-year-old boy with the same ethereal Blue Eyes as Frances Cobain. The boy loved nothing in the world more than sledding with his family. and during the drive from Aberdeen he would implore his father to drive faster because he couldn't stand to wait. When the Camaro would come to a stop near the summit of the Fuzzy Top, the boy would  dash  out, grab his Flexible Flyer sled, take a running start down the mountain, and race as if his flight alone could somehow stop time. At the bottom of the hill, he would wave his mitten-covered hand at his family, and a wide, warm smile would come over his face, his blue eyes sparkling in the winter sun.