A Bad Incident

Well I think I’m going to use this post to tell everyone about an incident I had when I was thirteen years old. I love going sledding, and every winter I make sure I go sledding a few times at suicide hill. For people who don’t know, this is a huge hill by the bluff. My friends and family always have a great time sledding here, but for me it just brings back horrible memories. About six years ago I decided I wanted to be a dare-devil and go sledding off this really big jump that my friends and I made. This was not as great of an idea as I imagined it to be. I thought it would be exciting and all of my friends would think that it was cool. So, I grabbed my saucer sled, got a running start, and darted straight for the hill. I couldn’t believe how fast I was going. Before I knew it, I was flying high in the air. I could feel the cold remnants of snow blowing across my face. My stomach dropped, and I couldn’t even open my eyes. I could just imagine what was going through everyone else’s minds as they saw me soaring off the jump. After I made land fall, I felt good about myself, because I went off such a huge jump and survived. Then I realized my sled wasn’t going to slow down anytime soon. I just kept going and going. Before I knew it, I could barely see any of my family members who were watching me from the very top of the hill. Right as I turned back around to face the pathway, I hit a tree head on. I got knocked out, and the next thing I could remember was waking up in my house. I had a horrible headache and bruises all over my body. I was very confused and didn’t know how I got all the way from the hill to my house. Was this a dream? I wish. Later on that night when I came back to reality, my mom told how after I hit the tree my dad and cousin carried me back up the hill, and drove me home. I didn’t remember any of this. So in the end, I did survive this incident, but I still get nervous every time I go sledding there.