and then i fell down the mountain (27 times – i counted). when i finally made it to the bottom of the mountain, i literally skied into the crowd waiting for the lift, knocking them over like giant skittles. as i wiped frozen snot and tears from my face with the sleeve of my stupid looking over sized ski jacket, i stomped back to the lodge in my stupid looking ski boots. there i stayed for the next 2 and ½ days, consuming my body weight in hot chocolate. safe. and, in my opinion, not looking stupid.
and i nearly did not learn to drive. it was only my father’s patience 