It was reassuring when, before trying out tobogganing for the first time, my friends admitted to being a little apprehensive. Staring down a 3km narrow piste, with a flimsy wooden sled between me and the compact snow, I took a deep breath and pushed away. Before long we were racing around bends and hitting speeds that sent the trees into a blur. Suddenly it didn’t matter if we tumbled into the powder or got damp from the melt – we were once again 6 years old with absolutely no fear or a care in the world.
I believe I can fly – Tobogganing down a 3km narrow piste
