On a Lonely Hillside
On a lonely Hillside
On a lonely hillside, all covered with snow, a few children decided this was the perfect place to go sledding on this Christmas Day. Growing up, my brother was involved in boy scouts. Well, while at boyscout camp, he discovered a huge hill. The kind of hill htat is perfect for sledding down. So when Christmas or the day after Christmas came, my brothers, my mom, our neighbors, and I decided to go sledding down this huge hillside. We arrived and got out our sleds. We all trudged over to the hidden hillside. As soon as we got there, we all jumped on our sleds, and we were off. Speeding down the hill, I lost control of the sled; I just let it take me where it wanted to. I came to a slow-moving stop. I got up off the sled. With raw cheeks and frozen snot stuck my face, I looked up at the gigantic task that was before me. I had forgotten that you had to climb bak up the hill. I began that slow, agonizing task, one step at a time. It took a while, but at last I had done it, I had reached the top. I looked longingly at the hillside, but concluded it wasn't worth it. So for the next 20 minutes, there I sat on that lonely hillside, all covered with snow.