“Is she dead?” the little boy asked.
Those were the first words I heard after falling in every direction at the bottom of the hill. I have never been all that athletic and this day was proof of that. I had only decided to go skiing to be with my older sister and cousin. I’ll have to say, we had some good laughs that day. The embarrassing part is … I was on the bunny hill. You know, the hill for little kids to learn how to ski.
Having little kids fly by you on skis is more than a little dejecting to a young teenage girl. I was always the little girl with no coordination. Chubby since birth. The little girl nicknamed “Butterball”.
By this time, I had slimmed up, but I still had little coordination.
But even with all of that, the worse part of the bunny hill was the toe rope. I never did get the hang of that. People would just grab on and go. I would grab on and get dragged. Then have to let go and roll away before the person behind me landed on top on me. See what I mean … lots of laughs that day! I couldn’t lift my arms above my head for weeks after that from using muscles that I never knew I had. That was my first and last time on a pair of skis.
You could take this day in history one of two ways:
1) a horrible, dejecting day of embarrassment and dejection.
2) a day of fun and laughter
I prefer the latter. After all,
A cheerful heart is good medicine,
but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
This Blog post is a Prompt from Reflections of a Mother’s Heart
When Did you learn to Snow Ski? Tell about your experience.