Skiing is great (from what I hear). And snowboarding is awesome (so they tell me). But for true childlike thrills and giggles, you need to find yourself a mountain that offers snowtubing (such as New York’s Hunter Mountain). Or, if you’re bold, scrounge around for your own inner tube and a snowy hill that doesn’t end with a sheer cliff.

Make sure you have some friends around so that you can race. Keep your butt off of the bottom of the tube (and/or the snow) to avoid drag. And then just have yourself a pretty rad afternoon.

While your friends are careening down the slopes on skis and snowboards, you’ll be laughing and avoiding broken bones. And when you’re all warming up in the hot tub later on, you can proudly share your stories of joy and victory. Because there’s only glory in snowtubing.