Hey everyone,

I pretty much just had the funnest day of my life. Jolisa wanted to do some sledding, soooo, Luke, Jordan and I all jumped on board, and headed off to Dundas Hill. The first thing we did when we got up there is walked side by side up the middle of the hill, right where people were sledding. This, of course, made all the Dads and Moms at the top tell their kids not to go, and of the kids that did go, we managed to make fun of all of them as they went down. Yeah, typical teenagers. So, we did a couple runs down, we had an inner tube, a KRRAZZZYY Karpet, and two GT's. It was about that time I ditched my coat and hat and gloves, because it was super hot out, so I was in a T-shirt, a scarf, magical snow-resistant shoes, and snow pants.

At about this time, we were having tons of fun, and decided to do something a little more adventurous. As we looked across the scenery, we noticed a hill that looked pretty fun that was behind Dundas Hill. By fun, I mean steep. We immediately labeled it "Suicide Hill". So, off we set for Suicide Hill(leaving behind coat, hat, and gloves), and as we set off from the top of Dundas Hill, there was a hill going down the back side of it, conveniently pointed in the direction we wanted to go. So, I on my inner tube, Luke on his GT, Jordan on his GT, and Jolisa on her Krazy Karpet(well, actually she didn't go down....she walked down), decided to go down this hill, which was moderately steep. As we attempted to do so, there were some other kids walking up the path, watching us, as we fell all over and screamed and generally made fools of ourselves. We made it to the bottom, and waited for Jolisa as she walked down. When she arrived, she commented, "That kid said you were lame."

Well, that was when the REAL fun began. We were, of course, horribly offended, and yelled to the kids that we would show them "lame". We set off Suicide Hill, which was happily in full view from the other hill. Now, what we didn't know was that there was a creek in between the hill and us. Well, we found out soon enough as we contemplated this new barrier. Eventually however, we found a way, Jordan and Luke using a tree branch that had fallen over, while Jolisa and I jumped across at a narrower location farther along.

At last, we reached Suicide Hill. Now, if it looked steep from Dundas Hill, it looked even steeper now. We began the climb, which was easy at first, but grew harder and harder as the hill steepened ever more the higher it got. We struggled furiously with the ice and snow that made us slip and fall back. Luke tried to throw his GT so he wouldn't have to carry it....it didn't go nearly far enough, and careened to the bottom again as Luke dived after. He started back up again. Near the top, Jordan made use of some fragile branches to finally pull himself, and then myself over the ridge, and finally, we were there. We helped Jolisa and Luke up, until finally, we were all at the top looking down. Now, if it looked steep from the bottom of the hill, it looked STEEP now.

Jordan was the first to brave the heights, and he flew down, narrowly avoiding trees and fearsome bushes, screaming as he went. He skidded to a stop just in front of a menacing tree, and rose his fists in victory. His victorious cheer filled the air.

Luke was the next to go. His GT flew forward, pushing snow aside and into the air, pluming outwards like the wake of a mighty ship. He hit the midway mark...and separated from his ride, tumbling forwards and sideways, arms and legs grasping to find a steady place. He rolled to a stop, not far from his GT. With determination, he leaped back on and finished his run, letting out his victory shout.

I trembled at the top, on my inner tube that wasn't large enough for all of me, wind screaming past my ears. I decided to wait for a GT. Once I had acquired that from Jordan, who had clambered back up, I still felt fearful adrenaline pumping through my blood. Jordan reached over. I said, "Do it." He gave me a push, and I was off. The snow soared up all around me. A tree whizzed past on my left. I just missed a deadly bush on the right. The creek was in front of me. I turned my GT, skidding to a graceful stop....on my butt. My heart raced and my mouth turned my screams into shouts of, "Who's lame now?!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an inner tube in flight. The GTs had seemed fast - the inner tube was going at least twice the speed. One tree was avoided, the other; well, that was was so close, Jordan had to duck under the very low hanging branches, and missed the trunk by only a couple of inches. That would be the last of the inflated inner tube, as it's last blaze of glory had left it empty, with punctures and holes draining it's air. We decided to go for a last run on Suicide Hill.

Did I say I had just missed a deadly bush? Well, apparently I didn't miss, because when I reached the top, Luke noted, "your arm is bleeding." And so it was, as it seem the bush had reached out its thorny branches and lacerated my right arm, and the flaming red marks and dark blood told the tale.

Back to the last run, Luke went first, only reaching hallway way again before wiping out. He dashed back up the slope, and tried again, only to fail yet again. He frowned in despair and gave up ever making it all the way down the hill without falling. I was next; deprived of my GT and having only a deflated inner tube to ride upon. Summoning up my courage(after five minutes), I pushed myself forward, and started speeding up....only to start rolling down the hill. I started off again...and tumbled forward....I jumped back on the inner tube...and the deep snow deprived me of any forward motion. I picked up the inner tube, ran down, jumped in the air, landed back on the inner tube....and tumbled down the rest of the hill. Now I was cold, covered in snow. But that's not the end of the tale.

We had the cross the river again. This time, jumping back in the same place wouldn't really have worked, because it was too steep on our side. So, Jordan and I trekked on to another location. Now, two things happened at once here. We'll start with Luke and Jolisa's side of things. They had found a nice spot, so Luke threw his GT and the Krazy Karpet over to the other side...except he missed, and his GT sank into the water. He jumped over, and tried to rescue it....and fell in himself. He soaked his legs quite thoroughly. Back to Jordan and I. Jordan found a nice frozen spot and crossed over easily by walking on the ice. He told me to do the same. I followed his recommendations, and as I stepped onto the ice, I heard it crack. I leapt speedily towards the other side, but I fell short, hit the edge of the ice, which cracked and let me sink right to the bottom. That was my legs soaked.

We finally made it to our cars, bleeding, freezing, soaked, but energized. Definitely not lame.

And thus ends my tale. Of course, many things happened afterwards. We went to Tim Hortons the celebrate with some hot drinks....Luke spilled his all over his coat and pants. We rented a movie(and spent an hour looking). We played Wii at Jolisa's house. We played a lot of ping pong. I dropped my paddle, continued playing with my hands, and won the rally. We played air hockey, with a final showdown consisting of four pucks at once. We listened to sweet dance music. We waved to people as we went past. We did Chinese fire drills. We wore flip flops with socks. We mixed flip flops and boots. We had incredible pork chops and salad. We got left behind at a stop sign. We had a sweet, awesome, amazing, fun time.