Down the Hill

In my grandparent’s backyard in Pennsylvania, there was a giant hill. When my step mom and her brothers and sisters were growing up, they would ski down the hill. One day I was sledding with my parents, cousins, and family friends and we were having a really great time. We built a jump and would go flying through the air and land with the most dramatic of landings. One of the runs, I went down with my dad’s friend. We went down the hill and as we came to the jump, our balance became a bit shaky. I don’t know how it happened, but when we landed, I found myself on the ground, flattened by my dad’s friend.