Yesterday, I was driving my snowmobile for the first time on the trails. My dad and his friend were with us.I was goingover a hill. There was a tree at the bottom.I tried to turn away, butit was too late. I hit the tree right in between the hood and the ski, and flew a good 10 feet away from my snowmobile. Luckily, I only got a couple bruises. The sad thing is, my dad didn't even ask if I was all right. He was too concerned with the snowmobile.

The snowmobile was "Ok."The hood justhas a small crack in it, andone of the steering things bent pretty far in. I was able to drive it home.

It was the scariest moment of my life. If I hit it the wrong way, I could have died.... I am one lucky SOB.