Lips

It was the Blizzard of 78. I woke up early that day because there was almost 3 feet of snow. The neighbors who lived behind us had a huge hill that all the kids used to go sledding on. It was a big hill compared to our size. I had the FASTEST sled. My father had given it to me as a Birthday/Christmas gift earlier that year. I remember constantly beating anything that tried to go up against me and my sled. Heck, it was almost like a toboggan. Red, sleek, curved upward. Size of my entire body. It was the bomb. My brother was not up yet as he loved to sleep in. My family was all stumbling around in the morning getting to where they needed to go. Not me. I was fired up. I couldn't put on my winter clothes fast enough. As soon as I was ready out the backdoor I ran. Huge steps I had to take as the snow was sooo high. Finally I got to the neighbors house. Racing up the hill I was ready to go. I saw other kids go down the hill in their metal or plastic mat like sleds. Pathetic. Mine was the best. No need to mess around. I was going to go head first and FLY down the hill. I jumped on head first on my belly and away I went. I was really going fast. I kept picking up speed as the snow was perfect. There were two giant trees at the end of the hill that everyone avoided. I don't remember why but I had a hard time maneuvering my sled. I was headed straight for the tree. Head first! I couldn't turn. Just like that i hit the tree. With my face. My lips were all busted up and I was spitting blood. I was dazed and confuzed. Sprawled out on the snow now. I was choking on my own blood. Hugh, our neighbor ran towards me and told me to lean over and spit. He told everyone that he would run to our house and tell my family. I don't know what it was about him but for some reason he was able to fly through the snow. He was a fast runner and nothing could stop him. After he told my family, my brother came running back with him. Hugh had all the kids put me in my sled and carry me over their heads back to home. My sled was now a stretcher. Hugh guided all the kids left and right all the way home up the hill and into my house. Later I received 6 stitches in my lips. If you ever noticed I have pretty big lips for a Korean. Very kissable I might add. Hugh, not surprisingly, became a fireman. Rescuing people became a career for him. I guess I was one of his first victims to save. Lol....Man ...those were the days.....