Ice is not nice

Two weekends ago my mom and myself went downstate to visit family. On Sunday we get home and notice all the back roads are all ice. So we get to my drive way, which is a massive hill, and it is an insane, entire block of ice. We have a brand new truck so we started to go up the hill. We didn't even make it up half way and started to slide backwards. So we said screw that and parked the truck at the garage and walked up. But since it was all ice we kept sliding so it was almost impossible to walk up. The next day we had to get to the bus stop so we started to walk down the hill and my mom slipped and fell on the ice right on her tailbone. We ended up having to go to the hospital after school but she just has a bruised coccyx. But everyday since then we have been walking up and down the ice. It just, this weekend, started to melt and we finally got to drive the truck up the hill. I now officially hate ice.