Great snow for sledding was to be had this Christmas. So my two brothers, Jeff and Scott, and their children, Becca, Katie, Nic and Emily, and my children, Urania and Josh, went over to Lincoln Park to do some serious sledding. We were all bundled up and armed with an arsenal of sleds. Jeff was the designated videographer (the man with the camera) and Scott was the designated pusher. Me, well, I guess I was the designated cheerleader. We started out on one hill and had to change over to another as we were being encroached upon by other families looking for fun. We wanted to keep our fun to ourselves. So we began the task of priming the hill which required us to send the kids down on the sleds several times to get a good slick area. There was a small wet crick area at the bottom of the hill but at first it wasn’t a concern as the sleds barely got halfway to the bottom. But after thousands of runs down the hill, it became apparent that we were not only going to reach the wet area, but cross it, and cross the road. So as the kids would get near the bottoms we would yell, roll off!!! Roll off!!! which of course was ignored by the kids who thought it was fun to splash across crick with their sleds. I attempted sledding and was able to go down the hill by myself at a modest clip. On one of my bounce/slide/bounce/slide times, I felt this push on my back then suddenly i was sailing down the hill, my life passing through my eyes,my mouth open with screams emitting and my videographer brother capturing it all. Now I am not a svelte 47 year old woman. I have had 5 children. 5. This puts certain physical strains on a person. So I did what I inadvertently do when scared, or laughing, or maybe even sneezing. I peed my pants. Great. What a wonderful memory for my nieces and nephew and my children. I can hear them on the talk show now, “Yes, I remember the time my Uncle pushed my mom down the hill and she wet her pants so we all had to go home…”.