When I was in my teens, I could see it – me, in my fancy fur-edged parka, slim pants, and cool boots, swooshing down a hillside, going a million miles an hour. I would ride up the side of the mountain in the open chair lift, cute boy at my side…
I have wanted to learn how to ski since I was young. I love the snow covered mountains, and I have watched many people maneuver down the hillsides. I would love to be one of them, and in my mind’s eye, I am! I see these little kids skiing, and they take to it so naturally. What is my holdup?



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