snow and ice

It is winter here and we have snow and ice to prove it. As most kids do, I enjoy a little sledding and other snow activities. I do not have a sled at my house, but I did have an icy driveway. On Tuesday morning, when I went out to start my pickup so I could go to work, I noticed the icy hill and enjoyed a few moments of skiing. Only problem, there were spots of thin (or nonexistant) ice which would catch my feet as I skied the driveway. A quick little hop and I was back to sliding. Thursday night after I got home from work, I noticed there was just a little of the ice left (about 12 feet) and I figured I should take advantage of it before it was all gone. So back to skiing I went. There were now more spots where the ice is melted and the concrete which shows through is not nearly as slick. I had a few moments of joy once again, but it was chilly outside so I had to put my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. Then, on what I decided was an encore run (because the time before I told myself was the last run), I hit a small spot where there was no ice. My hands are stuck in my pockets as I am plummeting to the concrete. (Now, who reading this did not expect this to happen eventually?) I apparently managed to free my hands just before contact, because they had a couple rocks in them that weren't there before. My biggest concern however, was the thought that I had torn my jacket when I bounced on my side. On inspection, I was relieved to see no hole, then my arm started to hurt a little. After a few minutes I was able to go inside, face Mary, and explain to her why my arm hurt (I tried to hide it but she caught me rubbing it and questioned me). For some reason, she seems to think that I am prone to injury.