Back when I was just a little youngin, I tried to be like all the cool kids and do a rail instead of whatever the fuck was being taught to me at the time. So I'm skiing up, and for whatever reason, I thought that skis magically stuck onto rails, keeping people from falling off. My little underdeveloped brain decides that I'm just going to keep going straight and just jump onto the rail without turning. I make it up to the rail and jump on all according to plan. Now keep in mind, I'm like 3 or 4 feet tall at the time, and contrary to my thinking, skis do not magically stick onto rails. After I jump onto the rail, almost immediately my skis slip off to the left and right of the rail, leaving my little boyhood unprotected. My nuts crash down super heavy onto the rail, causing me to throw up. The worst part was that I was stuck on the rail, and my skis didn't pop off and were caught in the snow. I had to wiggle around on my sac in agony for a good 2 minutes before I could get my skis off, and it was another minute or so before I finally crawled my way off the rail. I was scared to go anywhere near the park for 2 or so years after that. Not the best first experience with rails