About when I was around seven years old, one day, I was at one of my really close friends’ house. It was a nice, winter day... And when I say it was ‘nice’, I mean it was quite warm for having so much snow outside. So, we decided to go tobogganing. I’ve always heard that the tobogganing hill by her house was really steep, and there was never younger people like us that usually went on it because people felt it was too dangerous. I sort of understood considering there was a busy highway near the bottom only separated from a couple trees and bushes. We both felt daring, and decided to go for it. At first, I felt extremely intimidated right when I hopped onto my toboggan, looking down the very steep hill... But I ended up forcing myself to go because I convinced myself that I would feel regretful afterwords if I hadn’t gone down. The two of us climbed onto the same toboggan and with just one push, we were instantly catching speed. We went faster and faster until we both felt the toboggan starting to turn on us, literally. The wooden platform started to twist so we were facing backwards and it suddenly got really bumpy going down the hill. We started to scream, both realizing that the toboggan will flip on us at any second so we decided to bail. Without hesitation, I slid off, followed by my friend who repeated my actions seconds later in front of me. As we helplessly slid down the hill, I could tell she was as petrified as I was (keep in mind, we were only seven). There was a moment of silence until we both started to laugh together. We got up to our feet, grabbed the toboggan and decided to have another go.
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