Growing up in Southern California we didn’t have sleds.
What we had were “Flexies.”
These looked like snow sleds but instead of runners they had wheels. There were a lot of steep streets around my neighborhood and we would take our flexies to the top and positivity fly down using our feet to steer or lying on our stomachs. The brakes were hardly functional.
I don’t remember anyone getting really hurt or run over by a car. Lots of skinned knees and elbows, however. We thought nothing of the danger at the time but today I cringe at the memory and am truly amazed that I am still alive to write this.