So my sister, and father went out sledding to a hill beside a nearby school. And it started out normal, a fun sledding time, though some people were there. On the side of the hill we were sledding on, there were ALOT of really big bumps. So little by little, I and my sister went on bigger bumps. I just finished going a a bump, and saw my sister just WIPE OUT on the biggest bump on the hill. When I got back up from the bottom of the hill, she said she didn't want to go on it again. We convince our dad do go on it but he missed the path. The second time he didn't even make the big bump and got stuck on the smaller bumps ahead of it. Finally, it was my turn. It started ok, the small bumps on the path were fun. And on the big bump, I was holding onto my sled, I was literally floating above my sled, and the sled was not on the ground either....when gravity pulled my body back onto the sled, i felt light headed, the pressure just killed it. And it actualy really hurt-. I got up to the top of the hill, and-

there was a biiiggggg crack in the left side of my sled! :C It diedddd....I tried going dow the hill but I reered to the right cause I was leaning to like...not kill my sled more. so after a few more runs on the other seld we brought with MI HERMANA, my dad brought the broken sled to us, and gave it to me. I asked if I could toss it, and her responded yes. SO I CHUCKED IT, and a piece flew from it. My dad started kicking the sled so I could have the brakes(we eventually got them off). MI HERMANA wanted the drawstring. We got our parts of the sled we wanted- Off topic I wonder what the people were wondering when my father was kicking the sled...hmmmmmmm.....

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