Sledding

Since I told some people I would post a post on my blog, I am. Sledding gets better every day. Big hill with  trees, ending with a patch of thorns, followed by a thin patch of ice on the edge of our lake which does not hesitate to break when stepped on. I have not broken through myself but I have seen it happen many times to some people (their names will remain unspoken for sake of privacy due to embarrassment). Luckily, the water is only about a foot deep, but underneath that is about three feet of mud. Many a sled and bone hath been broken upon the tree stumps hiding under the snow. They are about an inch or two around and about four inches high, and joyfully await the chance to impale a person, along with a sled here or there. According to one person, one stump even succeeded at dislocating their hip. Later, we deduced that this information could not be considered credible. To add to the excitement, we made a jump out of hay bales and post snowball-throwers to distract you on the way down. We also challenge each other to see who can weave in and out of the trees the most with out getting hit. The Judges then grade your performance on a scale of 1 to 10. In the past, there have also been contests for the most impressive crashes.
All this is considered great fun by those who have not perished, but don't tell our parents. You never know how far they'll go. They already ruined one game by saying that we're not allowed to break through the ice on purpose :oP. I wonder why? I can't seem to comprehend why such a rule would be established. I didn't do it of course, I just stood and watched. It brought joy to my heart to see the person that crashed into me on the way down the hill willingly plunge themselves through the ice and into the water. The reason the ice is thin at the bottom of the hill is because our geothermal heat system discharge goes out into the lake there. Mud galore! To be continued...