A Personal Experience

A Personal Experience

I can still remember the first time I went downhill skiing. It was a cold and dry November day. It hadn't been snowing much at the time, so most of the snow on the hills was that slick, jet blown, artificial-ice/pseudo-snow. Not exactly what a first timer likes to start on. My friend Michael had been trying to talk me into going on a skiing trip with him and the local Boy Scout troop for some time.

I was afraid at first; I had heard many over-exaggerated stories from people who had claimed foul play, on the ...