When I was younger, my brother and I would have friends over and we'd often go exploring in our pasture. I have a lot of awesome memories: scavenger hunts, playing cops and robbers, trying to build a cabin.
One of my favorite memories was when we found a good hill, minimal rocks, and had downhill races. My dad always told us that it was dangerous to run downhill and no doubt it is. There just is no feeling quite like it, the wind in your face, the loss of control as you just try to keep your feet underneath you. It's exhilarating.
I have to say, I still love running downhill :)
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