I love this thread! And Dutchman, you were crazy.
Annissa - aren't "pooped on" stories so funny? A goose pooped on my mom's head once -- THAT was funny and gross.
I lived on a hill when I was little (parents still live there) and my neighbors and I would ride down the hill in wagons. It was kind of like a game of roulette. Will I a) get down the hill safely, b) hit a rock and procede to fly forward onto the sidewalk face first, c) start veering towards the street and have to bail out. Completely thrilling.
We also went down that hill on skateboards while laying on our stomachs -- that didn't last very long due to the amount of bloody noses and skinned lips that ensued.
Since my neighbors on either side had connecting backyards that were also on the hill, we had a pretty wicked snow hill to sled down in the winter. We built a ramp that was 5 backyards long with jumps and everything. Again -- this was like a game of roulette because we weren't very good engineers. Will I a) make it down the hill safely, b) hit the first ramp funny and sail into the fence, c) hit the second ramp funny and fly into the shed, d) hit the third ramp funny and break through Mr. Gardipe's sliding door. Fun stuff.