Tobaggon
He sat there motionless. His messy hair whipped in the frosty breeze that accompanied the snow every winter. His heart raced; could he actually do it? He found it easier to scale the side of a mountain. Why was he hesitating now? The drop wasn't steep, nothing that could hurt him that's for sure, so why did he hesitate?
A bubbling laughter started behind him before two gloved hands were pressing into his back. Instantly his heels dug into the slippery snow trying their very best to hold him exactly where he was. Even as he dug in with all his might he slowly inched forward. A second pair of mitten-covered hands gripped his shoulder, helping the first to push him closer to the drop. His stomach knotted much to his dismay. He had done many things much more dangerous than this—he had jumped off a twelve story building that sat on the edge of a cliff (well, he had a parachute but they didn't always work)! A little hill such as this should be no trouble.
Two more hands joined the other four pushing him faster to their destination. He was ready to roll off but the hands pushing him held him in place. He had no where to go, he had to go over the edge. In moments it would be inevitable—he was going over the edge whether he wished to or not.
Three more seconds—he gripped the edge tighter.
Two—curled his legs in, hoping to minimise all impact.
One—closed his eyes as he felt their hands leave him, the edge slipping behind him.
Small cold, white diamonds splashed across his face; the wind zipped past him, ripping his toque off his head, his scarf whipping behind him like two tails. His butt vibrated before coming right off the ground and smashing back into it, causing even more cold white diamonds to hit his face.
He opened his eyes as his friends yelled for him to do, and instantly saw a tree looming over him, coming closer and closer. His grip tightened until he heard a crack before twisting sharply, only to roll off his seat. His face landed in cold, dull needle points before a clump of those white diamonds fell into his shirt and his pants, causing him to jump up, shaking and grasping at empty air and trying to dislodge them from his person. He easily heard his loudest friend laughing on top of the hill he had sat upon a moment ago.
His eyes narrowed before he grabbed his toboggan, easily making it up the hill in moments before a handful of snow was down his braided-haired friend's back. This time it was he who laughed as his friend shook and grasped at nothing. Just then a hard yet slushy substance crashed into his shoulder. Looking down, he saw his blond friend attempting to look innocent before he saw a white squashed ball stuck to his shoulder.
The rest of the day was spent tobogganing or in a five way every-man-for-himself snow ball fight. As the sky grew darker they headed back to their Chinese friend's house to have hot chocolate with marshmallows while sitting beside an old fashioned fire place, wrapped in thick blankets, Jackie Chan movies playing on the TV.
At five o'clock, a tall Chinese man came down looking for the hushed pre-teens only to find five boys all curled together like a pile of kittens. He smiled before quietly walking back upstairs, leaving the boys to their nap.