This
will be two different stories about sledding. There are mixed emotions and
funny stuff. This is the two stories of snow sled fun.
I was five here.
“It’s a nice day out, but a little chilly so bundle up my.” Mom said. I did and
I went sledding with my sister. We sledded for a while and went in side and had
hot coco and we played a little.
We
went back out and started to sled again. (My house was located right next to
the highway and a country road.) We sledded on the opposite side this time and
it was stepper. So my sister went first and she was fine. Then I went and it
was fine at first.
I
got to the ditch and was going faster than expected, and flow out of the ditch
still on my sled, and slid across the road and there was a truck coming to. I
flow into the other ditch. (The other side of the road was a cow farm with
barbed wire fence.) I rolled out and my sled went up the barbed wire fence and
was in a 45o angle.
I was thrilled
and scared. I was fine at the end. I went back to the house and quit for the
day.
This is the
second story. It’s a bit short because I don’t really remember it too much.
I was six
here. I went sledding in Red Oak,
IA with my family. Everyone was there and it was a nice day to sled. We were at
the park, which had the water tower in it. It is a big park and it has baseball
and softball fields to.
We spent a good
half-hour there before the accident. I was going down the hill and I looked
back at my mom and then wham. I hit the pole with my head. I blackout and when
I woke up I was at home. That was a nice and bad day to go sledding.