Going sledding on the Pennsylvania mountainside that my uncle owns is the highlight of my February break. We ride up the hill on the side of the mountain in the green six wheeler with the sleds in the back, with my sister riding on them, passing the “Sled eating Bush”. The sled eating bush used to be a bush when we were little, but now it is a full grown “tree”. Whenever we head down the sledding hill, the sleds tend to veer off in a path heading towards the bush. If your sled goes that way, you have to roll off of it before it gets too late.
After the trail is broken in, we get to go sledding. On this particular day, I had gone down the trail 2 times and this was going to be my third. My mom had just gone down and sledded her inflatable tube right into the sled eating bush. The tube had popped, and she was crawling under the prickly “bush” to retrieve it. I got on my sled and checked to make sure that I wouldn’t run into anyone. I pushed myself onto the trail and headed down the hill. It was a round sled, so I soon was riding down backwards. Little did I know, was that I was headed for the sled eating bush, and that my mom had just gotten her sled from under the bush. I also did not know that my mom was standing with her back towards me, so she could not see me coming. I slid right into her at full speed. She toppled on top of me, but I kept going, inching closer, and closer to the sled eating bush. Lucky for us, the sled stopped right before we got under the branches. I was so grateful that I did not get “eaten” by the sled eating bush. Hopefully, this will be my last encounter with the “Sled Eating bush”.
