I remember the first time I ever went, I'd never done it before, but figured I would be totally amazing at it (I always think I'm going to be amazing at new things... I don't know why, I guess I reckon somehow if I say it enough it will happen).
So after about two times wobbling down the little practice slope, desperately wanting to trip up the shitty little kids who were about two foot and were doing flips, I thought I was a pro, and skipped the next two slopes, getting off at the top instead of quarter or halfway up the mountain. For some reason, I was totally fearless.
It took a long time to get down the mountain, even if you'd skiid for years. Yet I managed to get down faster than anyone.. I hadn't learnt how to slow down, or turn, or stop, right up until the bottom where I realised I had to either learn to stop rapidly, or fly into a massive crowd of people.
And, hey, thats how I learnt to ski.
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