A mountain so small that you could literally drive right passed it and never know you did.
It wasn’t anything special, but it was that moment when the switch went off in my head.
I never thought skiing would become such a big part of my life.
We basically stuck to the groomers and eventually saw those stupid little side jumps pop up on the trails.
We thought we were awesome because we were able to hit jumps on skis.
Soon enough we ventured into the actual park where we would eventually hit the real jumps.
My group of friends soon started skiing at Pats Peak in Henniker, NH.
This was also where I threw my first backflip on snow.
Every one was pretty sketchy; some I slipped out of and others I managed to pull together.
It was this camp that basically set me up for my next few years of skiing.
I finally let my passion for skiing take over and made the decision to come out west.
Even after all of this, I still don’t think I was a part of the freeskiing community.
I think my real introduction into the world of freeskiing just came in this past month.
It happened when I submitted an article to Newschoolers, voicing my opinion on a matter in the park.
It was because of this article that I was selected to join the Newschoolers Journalism Program.
It was because of this article that I can now say I am a part of the freeskiing community.
