Some people, it is rumored, can't pat their head and rub their tummy at the same time.
Turns out, I was wrong. Turns out, I can ski and stay alive at the same time.
Turns out I didn't rip my knee caps off my body either, which fear might also have contributed to the tears.
My sister was so disappointed when I came back from skiing hours later that day. Not disappointed that I was still alive, but that I had no "stories." She said, "You don't have any skiing stories unless you ran into people, or a tree, or a car. Like I did."
I may not have stories, but I am so happy to be alive. And, it turns out, I love skiing.
|Hallie loved skiing with her daddy.|
|Practicing my moves on the learner slope.|
|Turns out I needed a bit of help from time to time.|