My ski tripI haven't skiied for a long time so when I was told I was going to this January I almost barfed. "What?" I cried. "Please, No!" But my mom forced me to go. So when I got there for a lesson I was cringing inside. It turned out the ski dropoff was on a big pile of snow-covered rocks that supported the building. A yellow line was supposed to tell you where you to slide off.
I prepared to die.
But, unfortunately, I didn't pass away. I actually went sliding on my butt all the way down, and sometimes targeting towards the people what worked the building. Heaven knows how I stopped before crashing into the hill.
And, you know, the ski trip after was not like the first :)