Ever since I can remember, tobogganing was a big deal.
Whenever we were little, my sister and I would always slide down the small
little hill in front of our house. Although it was a small hill, it still
brought us slightest joy going down it. We even brought our dogs on the ride!! All that innocent fun became insignificant when
we heard from a neighbor that there was a huge, steep, icy hill. Apparently it
was largely popular, and it was so steep, most kids our age had to wear
helmets. Feeling like we were successfully trained tobogganers, we decided to
walk over there and go down that hill. With NO helmet. As we walked there, are eyes and jaws dropped
when we saw the hill. It was absolutely huge. We walked to the edge, and both
my sister and I faced our fears, and sat down on the toboggan. As pushed we
slowly pushed the sled with our legs closer to the tip, I felt like my heart
was about to drop out of my chest. We starting sliding down, going faster and
faster, gaining speed each second, till I eventually lost grip of the string,
and completely bailed out! Instead of reaching the bottom of the hill on the
sled, I slid down like a penguin. I had a mouthful of snow from screaming, and I
was covered head to toe by the time I reached the bottom. My sister was rolling
around laughing. Never again would I do that!!!
