Imagine me in that little toboggan thing. The first day we skied, I had to be dragged down a mountain. We were on a blue slope, not that hard. I just froze. I was paralyzed in fear. I started having flashbacks of the time I skied in Germany. I tried to turn and I wiped out. I was laying in the snow, skis in the most uncomfortable position ever, crying. I just couldn't do it.
An instructor came by and called ski patrol, I had to sit on this little cushion and hold on for dear life as the guy was flying 60 mph down the mountain.
I doubt that I will ever be more embarrassed than that in my entire life. People were staring as I got up unscathed. I've never seen a crowd of people talk like that.
Later on in the week I saw other people going down the mountain with oxygen masks and bandages. At that moment, I thought "I'm glad I was on that thing cause I was scared, instead of being hurt."
I think it was later on when we were on a ski lift my lil brother (who flies down blacks) called me a scaredy cat. Do yall know the song, Im proud to be an american?
This was me on the ski lift - "Im proud to be a scaredy cat, cause at least I know I'm safe."
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I'm glad you're safe, too. There have been many times when I wanted to go down in the ski patrol sled. Hang in there! Skiing is like anything else...it takes practice.
Ahh...the omission! Did you forget to mention Xander, the "hot" ski patrol guy, and how staring at him was one of the "highlights" of the trip?!?! You skied brilliantly (after a few days)! Love you! Your Rotten SM
Yes, Xander was quite cute.
The cutest thing about him must be his name. Xander. Who is named that? I love it!
I think you are hilarious.
I'm proud to be a scardy cat... classic.
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