
GREAT EXPECTATIONS I’ll never forget the first time I went downhill skiing. I was 17 years old and a guy I really liked asked me to go with him so I jumped at the chance ! Apprehensive about skiing, I really liked this guy and wanted to spend time with him. This would be our special memory. A night to remember. Great expectations. So off we go. No lesson. Just my date telling me to keep my skis straight like french fries and maneuvering them into a pie shape to stop. (A very important thing by the way.) So what felt like hours later, I finally figured out how to get a ski boot on, squeeze into bindings and grab my poles. Then it was off to the bunny hill. I didn't even seem to mind my quads or mittens burning. It was all good. I was with the guy I liked. And I was 17. So just a few runs off the bunny hill, he was ready for the ski lift. And the moguls. For those who are skiers, you know how ridiculous it is to ta...