I have been skiing for one winter.
I have snowboarded for six years and never thought of skiing as an option.
Boy was I wrong.
My dad grew up taking long trips from southern California with his father to ski.
This is where they first met and spent most of their early years as a budding couple.
Eventually, they moved to Berkley California where my older sister was born.
But as it is very evident, not that much change.
They simply moved back to Salt Lake City, Utah.
This is where I come in to the picture.
This first of my mother-terrifying activities was skateboarding.
I loved to skateboard ever since the first one I got for my 6th birthday.
It let me express my pint-sized creativity without being hindered by great amounts of equipment.
The ocean really is where I love to be.
Since then most of my summer activities have centered around getting to the ocean.
This is where snowboarding came into play.
I snowboard exactly like I surf, a style that doesn’t lend itself to freestyle snowboarding.
That was the defining moment of my winter life.
Right off the bat I loved skiing like nothing else.
I adored the freedom and made a decision that would materialize the very next day.
I showed up to tryouts and worked my but off at both slalom and GS.
All of the next two weeks I worked.
I got a little better and got cross-blocking down.
Then it came: the call.
My coach called and told me that I had made the team.
I had beat out kid’s who had been skiing their entire lives.
Then skiing’s natural progression will continue to take place.
I have already had indescribable amounts of fun on skis and hope to have more and more every year.
Up next: My first 360hey RATE AND COMMENT!!!
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