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This was the most thrilling journey I had ever had, doing a skateboard ride in Sacramento. The fast-paced ride gave me a feeling like living in the middle of the storm where the huge howling wind blows against my face. The snow was freezing-cold. It bit my fingers when I touched it like getting boiled by hot water. My uncle stood by the ice lane giving me a cheer. Then, in the afternoon, we went back home and have dinner.