Tobogganing.

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!!!