So Dad let me drag it home, and I spent the rest of the day fixing it up.
I super-glued the broken slats together and wrapped some heavy-duty white duct tape around them for extra strength.
Then I spray painted the whole thing white with the paint I had gotten for the Alabaster Sphinx I was making for the Egyptian Museum project.
When it was all dry, I painted LIGHTNING in gold letters on the middle piece of wood,
and I made a little lightning-bolt symbol above the letters. It looked pretty professional, I have to say.
Dad was like, “Wow, Jackie! You were right about the sled!”
The next day, we went back to Skeleton Hill with Lightning.
It was the fastest thing I've ever ridden—so, so, so much faster than the plastic sleds we'd been using.
And because it had gotten warmer outside, the snow had become crunchier and wetter: good packing snow.
Me and Jamie took turns on Lightning all afternoon. We were in the park until our fingers were frozen and our lips had turned a little blue.
Dad practically had to drag us home. By the end of the weekend, the snow had started turning gray and yellow,
and then a rainstorm turned most of the snow to slush. When we got back to school on Monday, there was no snow left.
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