It was a cold night. The grounds covered with a thick white sheet of the perfect mixture of snow and ice. I stepped out of the car and looked up to the stars gleaming brightly in the night sky. The little dipper always in plain sight, not shy to show off its treasures. Happy giggles fill the night with small children running up and down the hill, switching sleds from one to another and belly sliding face first to see who get's to the bottom last. The sweet smell of victory from dodging trees and almost frostbitten noses, not worrying about the cold but whos turn it is next for the fastest sled.

We were told the hill was high and that you can pick up speed pretty quickly. We took these mere suggestions as a sign of caution but still carried on our way to indulge in some nighttime sledding; the journey to the bottom of the hill. The children cleared a path as I adjusted my feet to the proper position for optimum sledding steering in hopes to make it down without hitting a tree. I held my breath as my adrenaline coursed through my body and I forced myself over the hump, down the icy hill. I abandoned the sled just in time to miss a tree and only caught just a slight feeling of dread when I felt the frost biting my fingers from using them as ice picks to slow my momentum down the hill. I had cheated death! Why not try again? But this time it was Morgan's turn.

Morgan, a sweet girl, although fearful of heights, going top speed down an icy hill. This couldn't be a bad idea. I made my way swiftly up to steps to hand off the handy dandy sled and immediately descended back down the icy steps. Morgan's uneasy feeling left it up to me to be the Jack to her Rose and waited at the bottom of the icy hill for her decent. Little did I know she would pick up so much speed that it became more of a tackle than a graceful halt, but it worked!

Next, I was up again. I mustered up some more of the courage that I had previously used moments before and grabbed the sled, hiked back up the icy steps, and hopped on the plastic travel pod. I forced myself forward and began to slide. It felt a little quicker than normal. To my surprise, instead of being tackled I SLAMED into a pole, but not just any old pole. A table. A big heavy metal table. I heard the sled crack from impact and maybe my head. To my surprise my head was fine, I had all my teeth, and nose not bloody! It was a miracle. As I lay there catching my breath and admiring the stars I found my body contorted around the bench and slowly decided to move feeling the stiffness surround my sides and my leg. I then realized I fucked up, and I fucked up my rib. Oh how fun sledding can be!