"Is your ear bleeding?!" I gasped at the question as Deanna's hand traces the streaks of blood dripping behind her ear. Red dabbles of blood mark what used to be white snow at the bottom of the steep sledding hill. Still numb and confused as to where all of my pain was coming from, I focused on Deanna’s bleeding ear. Before I go on, you're probably wondering how in the world Deanna's ear started bleeding in the first place. Well, it was that time of the year when the snow was so unbearably fluffy; the only thing, other than snow machining, was to go sledding with friends, and that's exactly what we did.
With a combination of doubling up on hooking bobbing sleds and some long and steep gravel mounds, we were prepared for an epic day of sledding. Time after time Deanna and I would wait our turn passionately, and when it came we'd coast down easily with no errors. But, around the third round or so, though we didn't know it at that moment, we were in trouble.
I remember having my eyes closed all the way down. Then at the split second we hit the jump, three fourths of the way down the hill, everything slowed down and my eyes popped open. The impact of my face crashing into her head wasn't as painful as you would have thought. Though, still pumped on adrenaline, no emotions seemed to flow through my body, besides the thoughts of wanting to do it again. After a few tumbles and blows to the head, our first instincts were to laugh, which brings us back to where I started this story. Right in the middle of our laughter, the blood began to flow more rapidly and the pain was finally revealed.
To be continued….
With a combination of doubling up on hooking bobbing sleds and some long and steep gravel mounds, we were prepared for an epic day of sledding. Time after time Deanna and I would wait our turn passionately, and when it came we'd coast down easily with no errors. But, around the third round or so, though we didn't know it at that moment, we were in trouble.
I remember having my eyes closed all the way down. Then at the split second we hit the jump, three fourths of the way down the hill, everything slowed down and my eyes popped open. The impact of my face crashing into her head wasn't as painful as you would have thought. Though, still pumped on adrenaline, no emotions seemed to flow through my body, besides the thoughts of wanting to do it again. After a few tumbles and blows to the head, our first instincts were to laugh, which brings us back to where I started this story. Right in the middle of our laughter, the blood began to flow more rapidly and the pain was finally revealed.
To be continued….
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