Standing at the top of the hill on my makeshift snowboard, just a sled I realized as a started down that this was probably a terrible idea. Too late, as I had already begun the steep descent and was beginning to lose my balance just as I realized I was already at the bottom. This 5 second ride was nothing glorified because I was just in my backyard riding down a 20 foot hill that my dad had built with the snow blower and packing the snow down. This is a tradition that we do every year, if weather permits, and every year my dad takes the first run down the hill with my dog on the sled. After playing, we go inside and drink hot cocoa. This is one of my favorite winter activities because it always makes me happy.
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May 2015
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