The second tale

oh the vast day of snow that could bury you. ah how i miss that slead but alsa it is gone. well my tale beigns in alaska where the snow comes to your knee if your 6"3. well on that snow day my mom put cooking oil on the bottum of my slead i did not know this at the time well i bring it to the top of this really really big hill i get on this slead just to help you get an image of this slead it is a round one made of metal with a handle welded to it. well i started to go down this hill and relized somthing was wrong when i speed down the hill i hit a bump and flys a little ways well i let go of the lead only for a few secs then i went to grabe the slead again and missed and grabed myself only to relize i'm to late to abandon my slead so i plow into this tree and realize at that moment speed is not everything in sleading.