The next and final day of spring break, a couple of us Kenny Lakers went sledding and “snowboarding”. None of us really knew how to snowboard so we took a lot of face plants in the snow. Luckily we weren’t standing up long enough to gain speed, so our crashes weren’t as brutal as they could’ve been. I lost interest in snowboarding quickly and decided just to go down on the black sled. The hill was fairly steep and long and my control over the sled was scarce. Unintentionally, I went on the jump and flew so far up I thought I was going to die. Since that jump was not recorded, and by not recorded I mean no picture was taken to document, I repeated my stunt. The picture had been taken but not with my camera, so I said, "Okay one more time, but this time get a picture with my camera." I jumped again but not as high as the first time. Our Jump was slowly depleted so we piled more snow on top of it. After five times of going over the jump, my back, elbows, and head were aching. We called it a day and everyone went their separate ways back home. Though the jumping was painful, I am still eager to go again and possibly attempt the jump with a snowboard.
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