So a few days ago I went to my friends house. He had just had a tubing party the day before at his grandma’s house and we were still in the spirit. Searching for a nice hill my friend pointed to a big old house. the house was his neighbors house, and they were divided by a thin sheet of trees and bushes. There was no one there. I asked my friend if it would be okay with them. He said probably not, but this is their summer house do they wouldn’t be home for today. I agreed and we started to walk up the hill to the top of their house.
We sledded for about an hour or so, Going of huge rock jumps and doing tricks. I was about to attempt to do a backflip when a car pulled up the drive way. We stood there wondering what would happen, when suddenly my friend screamed “It’s Them! Run!” So i took off, leaving my gloves and sled behind. But what i didn’t know was that i left another thing behind to, another important thing.
Half way down the hill running back to his house i noticed that my pants were loose. I checked to see if something had gone wrong when i spotted something. My belt buckle (that had broken off the day before, but i had fixed. well i thought i fixed it) had fallen off into the snow. It was white, so there was no hope of finding it so i kept running. A second later my pants had fallen down. Cold, Sad, and All Alone I was wobbling down the hill with my pants down. I was so scared of what would happen for intruding that i had forgotten to pull them up.
Running down the hill with my pants around my ankles, i looked back to see what was happening. The guy n the car had taken out his phone and dialed someone, and he did not look very happy. With that i took off down the hill and caught up with my friend (who had gotten his sled which he did remembered and was about to sled through the sheet of trees) proceeded to start sledding down through the trees.
In a panic, I took a leap of faith on to the back of his sled. I made it, and we proceeded to slide through the trees. We were both covering our eyes, afraid to see if we were about to crash in to a tree or something.
Sure enough, we found our self crashing into a very large stump. Struggling to get up we ran and jumped behind a big rock and watched the angry man stomp into his house and slam the door behind us. We decided we needed to go get my gloves and sled, so we snuck all the way back up the large sheet of trees and hid behind a snow blank in which the plow man had plowed over. We ran up to the big hill, grabbed my mittens and sleds, and slid back down.
We ran as fast as we could back down to my friends house and locked ourselves in. We never came out, and we never saw the grumpy mean old neighbor again. Luckily, we were safe, and the cops didn’t come. I guess the one phone call was just him complaining to his wife (if the grumpy old man had one). Overall it was a blast, and i thought we had a lot of fun getting in trouble!
