Cheap Sleds

It was Friday night and dad was working late at the restaurant. The snow stopped, so dad gave my brothers and I some oversized garbage bags and sent us outside to try them out. We trudged to the hill out behind the restaurant and laid our bags flat. I sat down on mine and gave myself a big push when I heard my brother's count of three. We flew down the icy hill screaming and landed on the snow-covered dock below.
Then back up the hill raced to do it all over again. We raced each other over and over, until our bags started to rip and tear, and we saw the restaurant lights go out signifying that it was time to go.