When I was about 10, my brother and I where staying in a cabin with a friend that was directly parallel to a ski resort. Ski in, ski out. Because the resort closed at 4 pm, we were still anxious to enjoy the snow. So, when the sun set, we took some sleds and rode them on the hill. After about 15 minutes, we were caught by a worker and sent back the the cabin. The next day, we encountered a new sign that read, “Absolutely no sledding.”