5 inches of snow had fallen overnight and in my household everyone was excited. It was a saturday so we brainstormed stuff to do. I wanted to go skiing but my sister had a ski lesson the next day so we decided to go the next day. My brother wanted to go to Pizza Put like he always does. But it was too nice out for that. My sister as always wanted to get her nails done but that was immediately rejected. His idea was to go sledding.
“But there's only a couple inches,” I said.
“That's just enough ,” He replied. My brother and sister seemed to like the idea so we went sledding. I was still hesitant thought. It was only a 10 minute ride to Rocky Ridge where we were the course was perfect for sledding. But the ride seemed to take forever with my hot snow clothes on. When we got there my brother and sister ran out and open the trunk. My dad and I followed and got the sleds out. Me and my brother grabbed the best ones so of course my sister got mad. So we had to promise her a turn. There is 3 sledable hills at Rocky Ridge. We went to the best one first. I hopped on my sled and then set down the hill. I went five feet then flipped over. My brother and sister laughed at me so I told my brother to go. He went a whole foot more then me before wiping out. I quickly decided there wasn't enough snow for sledding on this hill. So we moved to the next one. My sister then claimed it was her turn for the sleds and took my sled. She actually successfully made it down, probably because she was so light. Than tried my luck at going down. But I still only went a couple feet. There was still not enough snow. So once again we moved to the next one. This time my brother went first. He surprisingly made it down. So with confidence I put my sled on the snow and jumped on the sled. I shot down and felt the sled slow down. I urged the sled forward. Then the hill steepened and I actually got some speed. Than I felt a rock under the sled. The next thing I know I am flying through the air. Well I guess that just Vermont sledding, I think.