Today I have learned that there is no better thrill than the wind blowing in your face as you race down a powdery hill. As I race down the steep decline of Nawshawtic Hill in Concord, I let the sled do all of the work. Snow sprays my face like no body's buisness, and I get jostled around by the rough powdery terrain. My frozen hair stands staright up, as my squinting eyes start to water. Everything around me is a blur. I hear the laughter for other kids, but I am only focused on the jump I am about to hit. As I get closer to the jump, I brace myself. I close my eyes and soar off the jump into kid immortality.