Skiing
...hat one knew what he was talking about. The first couple of hills I only rolled, head over heels, down. After that, I graduated to skidding down on my backside, and then on to what could pass for actually skiing. It was great, flying over the packed snow, fighting for balance and dodging trees. It was enough to get the heart pumping. My Parents had told me over and over again that I had to be ready for the tricky spots. Nevertheless I got full of myself and decided that I could try a black diamond slope. My parents had been trying to teach me to take sharper, shorter turns and to crouch down to maximize speed. I tried to crouch down and pick up some speed and ended up doing an aerial front flip with a two point header right into a patch of ice crusted snow. I lay there for several minutes, wondering if the cold I felt was my body going numb. I had thought that that fancy trick had killed me, but it wasn't my time. It only left me with a bloody nose and a cut chin. I was very disappointed. My older brother pulled up next to me with tears in his eyes and a look on his face that could only come from someone who has just laughed really hard. I told him that I had had enough of skiing and would meet him in the lodge. Little did I realize that the lodge was, in fact, near the bottom of the hill, and I was not yet past the halfway point. Crawling i...