This reminds me of my childhood home. We were the only house on the street which went up in an incline most cars probably couln’t make. As you can guess, every winter friends, and other kids from around the neighbohood would use the street for sleeding, I saw it all, from innertubing to snowboarding, plastic sleds, to toboggans. My mother would always yell at us because once you hit the bottom, you were thrown out into the middle of the street with no warnings to cars. And if you kept going from there, you would wind up in the lake, I sup;pose we had the spirit of Calvin in us those days, lol
This happened to me once in HS. Not one of my prouder moments.