Skiing
Our dad made our skis from barrel staves. Since there were seven of us and we had only two pair of skis, we had to take turns. We had a hill behind the barn where we could ski. At the bottom of the hill was a barbed wire fence. We would ski down the hill, and when we got near the fence, we would quickly sit down and stop. Sometimes we wouldn't be able to stop because we were going too fast. This happened to me once. I did some quick thinking and lay down really flat, and sailed right under the fence. I was lucky I didn't get hurt and saw to it that this didn't happen again. This was a very dangerous practice, but luckily we never got hurt. I'm sure Mother never knew what we were doing, or we'd never have been skiing down that hill.