Cardboard Hill

[just mercedes]

Two blocks down from school
by the boarded up house on Catalina,
we rode banana boxes and garbage lids
down an icy face, smiling all the way. I wanted to read 'grinning' to sound link with 'garbage' and 'lids'
 
One year we built a jump
that sent you flying uncontrollably I think this should be 'us' or your reader is jerked from observer into participant, then abandoned there
before landing in a pile of powder
at the bottom of the hill.
 
John broke his arm testing it out, I don't think that's needed
but we told his mom he'd slipped on ice
so she wouldn’t spoil the fun.

I enjoyed this, the rush of the trip and the looking-back-sadness, missing simple fun.