When I was a kid it seemed to me that winter last a long time. Initially I had a sled and later a metallic disc and we would go and slide down the snow covered hills at a great rate of speed with no thought of how would we stop at the end.
My neighbors had a empty lot and it was on a hill and we would slide down and crash into the hedges at the bottom. We would never have thought of sliding out into the street.
My one brother, who will remain nameless, incase he reads this post, was the only one injured during sled riding. He hit a tree and fractured his femur.
My father loaded him up in the back of the 57' Chevy station wagon and took him to the emergency room. He was admitted and the next day he was placed in a HIP SPICA BODY CAST He was immobile and spent the next two months in his bed which was relocated from the upstairs bed room to the dining room.
The school district sent a tutor out to teach him so he would not lose time in school. It seemed like an eternity to me but I can not imagine how it felt to him.
I am glad he hit his leg and not his head because that would be a tragedy.