When I was about 10, living in Ohio, there was this neat hill about 1/2 mile from home. Some old abandoned house was at the top of the hill. There was a path straight down the hill for about 30yds, that had a slight upwards angle at the last 4-5 feet, yep a jump.

. At the landing point was a path. The path was about 4-5 feet wide, and about 20-30yds long. No biggie, EXCEPT on either side of the path was a mix of bushes, grass and thorns about 3 feet tall. You had best make your launch while being correctly lined up. Actually you were jumping whether you were lined up or not, sincethere was NO ALTERNATIVE once you launched. We were real smart huh?
Soooo, 10 year olds being 10 years olds, we thought this was the ultimate sled run. It gets better!
After the correct landing, you zipped down the trail another 20 yds or so, still going downhill. Near the end of the trail it forked (now this is the interesting part). The left fork took you to, and over a set of railroad tracks, very active railroad tracks!!
The right fork veered sharply to the right, but otherwise seemed OK to me.
So watching all the other kids go over the tracks, I thought OK that's where I'll go too. I went down the jump first time, perfect. Flying along, apporaching the left fork, I see a TRAIN coming, and start dragging my feet. No trying to make tunnels is more like it, and come to a stop about 20 feet short of the tracks. Stood there, heart racing like crazy, and hauled the sled back to the top.
Run two.
Missed the takeoff just a little bit, but found the bushes and thorns on the right side just fine, than you (still thinking of the train). Feeling like I just lost a fight with a Bobcat, I got up to hear the cheers and howls from the rest of the group.
Getting back to the top of the hill just in time to see my older brother, zip over the tracks, about 15 feet in front of a train he didn't even see.

. That did it, from now on I'm going to the right.
This time I carefully lined the old sled up, for the jump. Off I go, make the jump and landing, perfect. Going faster than even the first run I approach the fork at what, too me, seems like breakneck speed. I was more right than I thought.
Ten feet down the right path, there is this little stump sticking about 7-8 inches up. Just enough to catch the sled and launch it's rider into the trees, thorns and rocks along the side of the trail. Luckily I hit head first where all my padding was.

Sure wish the sled would have stopped that fast on run number one!
Yea, I guess I'm lucky to make it to adulthood.
Jreed hope you heal quickly.
Oh, by the way, I went home after the third run.