Literally, 15 years. I think the last time I went, I was 17 or 18.
A few years ago I decided that I wanted to give skiing another shot. So two or three weeks ago I asked Mark, Maggie, Lea, and Andy if I could join them skiing at Cascade (they said yes, of course). Andy had never done it before, which was great for me because then I could relearn with him and stick to the easy courses with no pressure. Mark also skied, but Lea and Maggie snowboarded. At one point Lea fell backwards down the hill and hit her head pretty badly. She stopped after that, and then Maggie gave up after she fell down on her butt one too many times.
To my credit, I never fell once, which is truly amazing. I always hated falling, so much so that if I did it, sometimes I wouldn't want to ski anymore. So I'm really glad I somehow managed to avoid that this time (seriously, how did that happen?).
A few years ago I decided that I wanted to give skiing another shot. So two or three weeks ago I asked Mark, Maggie, Lea, and Andy if I could join them skiing at Cascade (they said yes, of course). Andy had never done it before, which was great for me because then I could relearn with him and stick to the easy courses with no pressure. Mark also skied, but Lea and Maggie snowboarded. At one point Lea fell backwards down the hill and hit her head pretty badly. She stopped after that, and then Maggie gave up after she fell down on her butt one too many times.
To my credit, I never fell once, which is truly amazing. I always hated falling, so much so that if I did it, sometimes I wouldn't want to ski anymore. So I'm really glad I somehow managed to avoid that this time (seriously, how did that happen?).
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