Snow Day

my snow day was awsome. first, i woke up at 7 and panicked trying to get ready for school in 2 minutes. then, i walked (ran actually) to my dad's office when he said it was a snow day. only in St. George would 4 inches of snow make a snow day. so i went out front to build a snow fort, when my friend Brandon Clark came out and asked if i wanted to go sledding. "sure". we went out to a park by my neighborhood and we started going down the little bunny-hills. Then... the real fun began. somehow we get it in our head that sledding down the steep 'suicide' slopes would be 'fun'. so naturally, i go first. i climb to the top (a five minute climb) with Brandon's sled. looking down, all i saw was the shallow angle for five feet infront of me. i didn't see the steep dropoff and then the large, rock-filled gulley. and all of this time my friend Carlos and his family are right next to us thinking "does that boy have a death wish?!" I slide down watching their eyes bug-out. gaining speed i lay down in the sled (i could of sworn i was going 200mph but i was probably only going 70) then i saw the gulley. I ramped off of the side of the gulley, over the jagged rocks and i landed 60 feet away, on my butt, laughing hystericly. that was my snow day. (oh yeah, i went on it 4 more times but each of those times i biffed really badly)