After a night of flying down an ice-covered, tree-lined sledding hill in high school I had one last trip down the tamer side of the hill to the car. One small jump and awkward landing later, I was in the hospital with a fractured pelvis. The next year my friends were determined to help me conquer my new fear of sledding. I begrudging walked to the top of the hill to find that the side of the hill that my accident occurred on was now labeled the “kiddie hill”.