LOL!
I lived in Richmond, VA, and, IIRC, we had a huge ice storm in 1948 or 49 (maybe ‘50 or ‘51 — I was just a kid!) —couple of inches!
We neighborhood kids had great fun for a couple of hours speeding down the pathways into the “Ravine,” as we called it. I think it is known as Battery Park now.
Going down was fun — getting back to the top was difficult — what with all the ice.
There was one of those concrete-channel creeks at the bottom of our hill. You had to be able to turn off before you went right down into the water. And if it was icy, there’s no way you could climb up the sides.
Good times :-)