Four years ago a single tree stopped me from falling off a sixty foot cliff. Last year my brother dug me out of a tree well just as my lungs were running out of oxygen. Two concussions, three broken thumbs, a hyper-extended knee, and a back that will hurt for the rest of my life later, there is still nothing I would rather do in this world than go skiing.
I have no memories of learning how to ski. My dad had me in ski boots before I turned three, and by the time I was eight or… Continue