We live on a hill, at the top of the hill. Not a giant hill, just medium sized. We moved here in the winter of '77 and there was a big snow storm. I was driving home going up the slick snowy hill when over the crest popped a sled filled with kids. I was lucky and got the car stopped. But not do lucky when I tried to go up the hill again. Instead of up I slid down down and ever closer to the edge of very deep ditch. At last the sliding stopped and I stopped holding my breath as well. I abandoned the car and proceeded to climb the hill on foot, no easy task as I was heavily pregnant. But, I didn't fall on my butt, made it home and was seriously grateful for the heat from the wood stove that afternoon.
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The End
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