. . . amazing
My first time skiing was in the night.
Straight down the mountain I went. Until I hit a bump. A mogul.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Ooooooooo I could hear from the ski lift above as I lay face down in the snow.
Minus one ski, that had made its way to the bottom of the hill.
I walked the rest of the way down, each step knee deep in snow.
Young and bruised and ready to go down again. 🏂🎿⛷️
Such great moments! "Young and bruised and ready to go down again!" What a spirit! 💛🙏🧡
. . . the immortal days of youth
Young, and dumb.
The next time I had a better idea that you don't go straight down. Moving side side is a slower, better way.
I learned by watching some kids. Thought if they could do it, so could I.
I've always been a jump in first ask questions later kind of guy. But with age, with bumps and bruises, am slightly more cautious.
