That poor kid! I must have looked like that when my brothers took me on a sledge ride off a ski slope. We started just below the jump point; broke the sound barrier - my little life flashed before my eyes. Overshot the landing apron and became airborne, fir trees shot past. Next thing I was being pulled out by my legs from a snow drift and my bros yelling: DON'T YOU DARE TELL MUM! One of the reasons I know God exists - I lived to tell the tale.