These changes were huge for me. I had decided that i no longer wanted to keep these friendships. They had become unfriendly, to me at least, or my mental health more specifically. It all started last winter. We had created this game together. I named it truck sledding. It was my brain child in ways. I bought a 50 foot rope, two sleds, and found a good praking lot. The winter storm that rolled through that day dumped an adequate 4 inches of snow in the school parking lots. We went to one of the parking ltos that isn't salted, and rairly plowed. We hop out of the truck, the 4 inches of snow easily covers my leather hiking boots. It's been eyars since i can remember winter leaving this much snow for us. I walk around the back of the truck, the fifty foot rope is filled with tangles and knots. We stretch out the rope and take out the tangles. I tie the rope to the under frame of the truck. Conveniently there is a hole that looks as though it has been waiting to be tied to a sled. The rope is set and the sled is prepaired we cut the rope in half leaving 25 feet between the sled and the truck. The driver hops in and starts the truck. I secure my place in the sled. It's not a safe feeling. The sled has no handles or sides. It's a round saucer sled, the kind that have no steering ability, or stopping for that matter, but i'm digressing. I sit cross legged on the saucer and make a loop in the rope for a handle. he truck rumbles to life. John leans out of the window of the truck and gives me a questioning nod. I give him a thumbs up. The truck begins to accelerate. We reach our first corner, the front wheels throw the snow into the air as they spin. The four wheel drive accelerates the snow into the air. The snow is flying up in front of my face. I can feel it hit my skin, i'm afraid to open my eyes. The snow hitting my eyelids stings everytime it makes contact with the skin. I remeber the goggles strapped around my neck. I put the loop of rope around my left hand. I picture myself hitting a parking curb abruptly stopping my forward momentum, but my hand continuing the forward path attached to the truck. My right hand feels the goggles and drags them to my face. My eyes now open i can see a big right hand turn coming up. This is what i have been waiting for.