When I was a kid the hill I normally rode my sled on was covered with trees. Zipping thru the trees was part of it. Before we moved, in the 7th grade, there was a huge hill close by, and steep, with two quite large boulders at the halfway point . The big kids went to the top of the hill, having to go between the boulders. The rest of us started at the halfway point. I know of only one kid that hit a boulder, and he was more shook up then anything. We all had Flex Fliers I believe they were called, that could steer. The more speed, the more fun.
When I was older, driver license age, a group of us made a regular habit of pulling sleds behind cars on country roads.
"It ain't what you're told, it's what you know." - Granny Weatherwax
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Some days, the supply of available curse words is insufficient to meet my demands.
.....Call me a craftsman, artisan, or artistic, and I will accept that. Call me an artist and you will likely get a quite rude comment in return. I am not a @#$%ing artist.