We had a big hill across the street from where I grew up. Half the town wouold turn out when it snowed, Had a fire food and drink. (PG, of course, it was a dry county
). Sometimes we'd get a car hood from the boneyard and 10 kids would ride at once, just stay out of the way. We'd soup up our flexible flyers with soap or candle wax and have races. sometimes standing up. One guy head butted the rocker of a parked car and his sled squirted out the other side and kept going.