Maple Street in Shawinigan, Quebec, was on a hill. When I was a child, over the Christmas holidays, we would spend hours sliding down the snow-covered sidewalks. As a moment in time, I pictured my brother, Jacques, screaming “Track” at the top of his lungs to warn pedestrians to get out of the way…despite this an old lady did land on the toboggan and sped downhill in his arms.