My Christmas Vacation was pretty boring except for one fun ride on our snowmachine.

Sometime toward the end of last month my Dad let me borrow his snowmachine to take a ride with Emily. Even though I didn't really feel like it, I took a ride anyway. Before I went I dressed in warm clothing, warmed up our snowmachine and went to pick up Emily. We couldn't go very fast because my Dad and Willie Paul just got done changing a part of our engine and we had to break it in again. Feeling cheap because I had to got slow, Emily and I got bored and decided to cut our ride short.

While we were trying to park right outside Emily's house I noticed that Tom and Jonathan's snowmachines were parked in the main parking places. So I quickly turned onto the hill by Peteroff's and went up the driveway hill by Emily's, sideways. Halfway up the hill the showmachine stopped moving and started to tip. I got really scared and we both jumped off. Thinking that it would roll and smash my legs, I quickly started crawling away. When I heard the engine turn off I turned and looked at the quiet machine lying on its side.

Because it was so dark out that night I felt a little thankful for tipping over near a streetlight. It was really quiet for a while, probably because I was still in shock. Then, feeling really scared of what my Dad would do to me, I hollered at Emily to help me try to tip the machine right-side-up. We couldn't do it, but about a minute later Jon came out of Soolook's and we had the machine back on the road in about three to four minutes. We looked at ourselves then at the machine. We were okay but the snowmachine wasn't. The windshield was cracked in half. After I dropped Emily off I went home, expecting the worse.

I was surprised that my dad didn't "kill" me. All he said to me was, "Those little hills aren't good places to ride snowmachines." That same night I went back up to Emily's and took a ride with their snowmachine, but with a lot more caution this time.

Rose Lynn Fitka