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So, there are two kinds of sledding. There's normal sledding, and then there's Denardo sledding.
In normal sledding, one, or sometimes two, people get on a sled, and go down a snowy hill, usually facing forward, until they lose momentum and stop. Then they walk back up. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Denardo sledding starts out basically the same, except the hill has frozen cow pies under the snow for extra bumpiness, and there's an electric fence and/or giant tree-filled pit at the bottom. It's best to stop before you get to these. These also may necessitate bailing out of the sled before it has come to a natural stop. Or throwing your feet down, which will slow you down, but also may make the sled careen out of control, and/or spray snow in your face.
Denardo sledding also involves going down the hill backwards, face-first, and any other odd way you can imagine. Then we even get bored with that, and we all race down the hill. Or hold hands while we're all on separate sleds. Or make a big chain of sleds. Or, my personal favorite, and the best and worst idea, pile five people on a sled that's big enough for three. Maybe. All of these things result in a giant pile of snow covered, slightly injured, hysterically laughing, completely entangled people about ten feet down the hill, because that's pretty much as far as you can get before the sled turns sideways and dumps you all out on top of one another.
And then you say "Wow. My tailbone hurts, I have snow in my boobs, I can't see, I'm exhausted, my pants are soaked, and that didn't work at all. LETS DO IT AGAIN." And you trudge back up the hill, and try again.
It's so much fun.
Then Heather and Erin came over and we watched Mulan, because Heather and Emalee and I used to watch that movie every single time they came over when we were younger. Seriously, Heather and I were practically reciting it. It's such a good movie too. I laughed and laughed at it. Even though I've seen it hundreds of times, it's still funny.