In the true story "Climbing Fool's Hill; and Coming Back Down" I recounted an incident in the life of a fourteen-year old. That would have been me. The scene has been set, the end (so to speak) is not yet. I wrote
"As I stepped out onto the unstable pile of small rocks, my weight and
the forward motion combined to create a skiing action. Wow! That was
fun. Climb back up the hill, repeat. Climb back up, Wait. If I make a
short run (there was space for no more than a short run) I can fly!
The landing will be safe, for the itty bitty rocks will cushion me, and
I may skid a l o n g way down the hill!"
Here you may read the story in its entirety.