Sledding down Mount Doom

It all starts out fun and innocent.....

People seem to be happy and having fun. The new motorcycle sled is awesome. Even for the adults...

Then Boy Wonder spots a jump at the bottom of the hill and cannot resist. The temptation is overwhelming. I cringed, but still managed to capture a few key shots.

I put the camera down to clean up all the blood. Mostly oozing from Boy Wonders cheek. He wasn't deterred for long, but stayed clear of the jump-wisely.

But someone thought, in a show of solidarity, he should go for the jump as well. I muttered to my mom, who was next to me-he is crazy, what is he thinking? But instead of yelling that out, I just put the camera into sport mode and held down the button.

The air doesn't look too high here, he seems like everything will turn out okay, but then...

Whoa-one of his feet disappeared entirely! How did that happen, where did it go? Don't worry, when we raced down the hill, we found him intact, for the most part. He took a while to get up, we thought it was dramatics from a distance.

But no, no dramatics, just pain, like you know, landing on concrete, or a snow packed icy street. And the sad,sad realization that his body is no longer a teenager, and has never been flexible. Luckily there was lots of ibuprofen at Grandma's house. I think Jack's expression says it all.

The force of the landing was mainly concentrated on his right shoulder. It is still hurting quite a lot six days later. He's hoping it will feel better soon so he can throw his body into ward basketball. Perhaps I should have got him some ice packs and braces for his birthday instead of a coat.

The next day they built this slide in the street in front of my parents house. I would look out the window and see the kids hovering above those bushes. It was kind of freaky, but no one was injured.