As soon as there was the slightest bit of snow on the ground me and the other hooligans in my neighbourhood donned our snowsuits, toques and idiot mittens and went sliding on toboggans, sleds and/or crazy carpets. The hill of choice was next to the duck pond in my home town. When sliding we had to be careful that we didn’t end up on the ice of the pond if it had not frozen completely solid.
We saw this kind of incident numerous times. There were never any drownings that we heard about. It usually ended with a crying kid splashing his or her way home in a snowmobile suit that now weighed as much as they did as it was drenched.
There were other obstacles; trees, for example.
One time in particular I hopped onto my dark green crazy carpet an rocketed down the hill. I promptly lost control of the piece of plastic I was sliding on and flipped around backwards. Being a smart ass I waved and grinned stupidly at my friends standing at the top of the hill. They were yelling something at me.
I realized what it was they were yelling as I hit the stand of trees 3/4 of the way down the hill back first. It still smarts sometimes when I have walked a long way, so I might have cracked a rib that day. That was over 30 years ago.
Idiot mittens indeed.
Here’s a video of someone riding a crazy carpet who did not hit a tree:
I’m not sure why this popped into my brain today, but it was there so why not share? Now I want to go crazy carpeting again.