It was a perfect winter day with the white snow glistening in the morning sun. I was thirteen and on top of the hill my family had lived on my entire life. The road down the entire hill was glazed with ice and my mother had warned me multiple times to be careful in these conditions, but i could not let such a perfect day go to waste. I grabbed my fathers 1970 candy apple red racing sled and began my descent down the hill to find a perfect spot to build my ramp. Within minutes i found a perfect spot. The snow was about a foot deep and i knew it was the perfect conditions for this ramp. I began to pat down then snow and after almost and hour i had a 100 foot long three foot wide runway. I then headed to the woods to find logs to build my ramp. Five logs later, I had a perfect ramp. I began to cover the logs with snow and when all was said and done, the ramp looked like it was straight out of a movie. I had finally done it, I had built a ramp that i couldn't even believe. It was perfectly straight and end in a slight slope that would launch me at least five feet into the air. It was so perfect that i really did not think anything could go wrong and i was incredibly anxious to test out my work.
Brainstorming
1. Draw pictures of my old hill, house, the ramp
2. Looked up pictures of the sled i used
3. Called my neighbor
4. chronologically wrote down event and how it happened
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