It all happened so quickly -  the hill, the jump, rolling down in the fresh powdered snow; the feeling of a thousand knives poking your legs, all aching as I hit the ground. When I reached the bottom, I looked around to see where I was. I saw the sled stuck in the ground, Tori was to my right laying on the cold snow. My legs were freezing, and they felt like icicles. As I got up I was thinking “Man … I should have put on snow pants”.
Just ten minutes earlier we were getting out of the car, I could smell the fresh winter air. It made my nose burn alittle, but it didn’t phase me. I loved the chilled air when it wasn’t to cold, or it wasn’t to warm, it was just right. It as such a good day out, I just decided to not wear snow pants. Walking towards the hill with Tori and the sleds, I couldn’t help to notice the white capped trees, and the shimmering snow at my feet. It was a perfect winter day in my opinion.
Breaking up my train of thought Tori said,“You now you should have worn snow pants you are going to get cold.”
I just smiled and rolled my eyes, “yeah well no snow pants can’t ruin this perfect winter day.”
As we approached the hill, I could feel my nerves growing more and more. Half way down the hill I have seen a big jump; my stomach was doing backflips.
Tori must have seen the look on my face, “it’s just a small jump, nothing to worry yourself about.”
“Ya”, I mimicked “ just a small jump.” But inside my mind I was thinking, “we were going to die”.
We readied the sled for take off. Tori in front, and I in the back. One...two...three; we were off. As the sled was picking up momentum, I could feel my heart skipping a beat. We were heading toward the jump.
It was flying through the air. Tori and I were officially airborne. It was fun for the moment but the landing was a little rough. As we were about to hit the ground my foot was caught under the sled and I tumbled forward, which made me fall out of the sled. I don’t really know what happened to Tori, but my mind was spurting out with questions. “What happened? Why am I on the ground? Is Tori ok? Did I break any bones? Why am I freezing in this little of snow?”
I slowly got up. I looked at my jeans; I looked like the abominable snowman. I see Tori getting up. We stare each other for a moment, then we started balling with laughter. I don’t know why, but it was just so sudden, and just so fast that, that’s all we could do at the moment.
“Aren’t you freezing”, Tori said, after the laughter died down.
“Of course I’m freezing”, I exclaimed “look at me I look like a snowman.”
With that, we grabbed the sled and worked our way back up the hill. As we were walking up the hill, the uncomfortable feeling swept over me . . . since I had no snow pants on my pants were drenched from tumbling in the snow, and they were now stiff as they began to freeze like an icicle.  It was getting harder and harder by each step climbing up the hill.
“I told you, that you should have worn snow pants” teased Tori.
In my mind I said “Yeah, you were right.” Hanging out with my friend was a blast, but having drenched pants in the end was not so fun. But now that I went through that experience and learn from my mistakes, I will never forget my snow pants again.