Sled in Connecticut . Photo by Katelyn Avery.

Bumps were under me but I was experiencing too much of a rush to worry about falling over. In my cousins blue sled I was speeding by everyone at the age of 21. Age is just a number after all.

My cousin Alex (Male), twin sister Jen and I decided Presidents Day 2014 should include a sledding celebration. By society’s standard my 14 year old cousin was just past sledding age, while my sister and I were more than pushing it. Thankfully none of the parents and small children paid attention to us at the snow hill. Well one mom did offer me gloves to borrow because like a true young person I forgot to bring gloves during 30 degree weather (I declined because the walk over warmed me up).

Age wasn’t any concern to me because there isn’t any time for restrictions. Life has to be enjoyed because we’re all going down the hill. Before I get close to the finish line I want to live my life. The sledding part of that journey seemed like an excellent place to be.

Sledding paths had been carved out by the people ahead of us but I decided to form my own. The only free place had large mounds of snow and bumps. I kicked some of the mounds out of the way and started my venture into the unknown. Although I tried to keep any ‘Will I flip over” thoughts out of my head. As I cruised down the hill I popped up at a few places, but I was never knocked out of my blue oval shaped sled. When I finally stopped moving I felt so proud of my accomplishment.

Even though I did get a bruise on my leg from later falls and large bumps I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I was having fun and felt alive. I was moving and I hope you move too. Life isn’t slow so don’t stand at the starting line forever. Get in your sled and push yourself down the hill.

-Katelyn Avery

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