When i used to live in edgemont, There was a crazy hill behind my house. This hill got the nickname "TheTop" and that was the place to toboggan. I grew up around this hill. The problem with this hill were the tress awesomely placed at the bottom of the hill. So being kids everyone shourts "GO TO THE TOP!, NO BRAKES, TAKE THE JUMP!!!" One time, I took my gt racer to the top, and slid down the hill. After the wind started to blow harder, I got scared. I applied the brakes. This was a very bad idea. The GT Racer flipped and sent me flying down the rest of the hill. The ice did not seem to mind cutting my baby flesh. Blood streaming out of my cuts and shouts of distress amplified through out the air. I didnt bail. I got forced to bail. So the walk of shame home with my toboggan in hand. I open the door to a frantic mother seeing all of my cuts. After a good week of healing im back at the hill. The hill of my endeavor. I drag my GT racer to the top and meet my friend. We switch sleds, I get a nice red sleek sled, while he got my GT racer. I jumped in and shot down the hill, I hit the jump, and slid on the other side. I shouted "WOOOT" and had a hurting back. Never hit and tree, and hit that jump. An Achievement for me.  Awesome.