I went sledding with my younger cousin today against my will. Obviously from the previous post you can tell I’m not a huge fan of the cold. I’d be better suited living in Arizona or California. California scares me though. Too many natural disasters and Britney Spears drama episodes. Anyway, I trudged through the snow with my fancy boots to cross the forest preserves to get to the “giant” hill. The hill wasn’t giant, but I guess if you’re a four-year-old the thing is massive. My cousin isn’t 4 by the way. I was just using that for arguments sake. She’s 12 and taller than me. Awesome.
So we sled, walked back up, sled, walked back up, repeat about 13 more times. My quadriceps are screaming “eff you!” At one point on the hill I was angling my sled so I wouldn’t hit the wall. I sat in it and Mr. Dad walks up behind me and angles me some more. Um…do I look like your child sir? Don’t touch my sled. Don’t angle me. So what if I would have flown into the fence? I’m okay with you not touching me or my sled. So weird. When I came back up he asked how it was. I suggested we move to another part of the hill where there were less sled-molesters.
At one point I thought it would be swell to turn my camera on as I went down the hill to record it…for the memories. I’ve decided to share this video with you all. It’s short. In the video you will hear my cousin scream and me telling children that I will kill them. I wasn’t really going to kill them….just smash into them with my sled that I obviously couldn’t steer.