I love skiing. I’ve gone skiing in Colorado and Utah almost every year since I was ten years old. Most of the time, I would be with my cousin and a friend who are both my age. We would constantly be pushing ourselves to see who could go the fastest, jump off the biggest cliff, and basically do anything that might be considered dangerous. We had a passion for skiing and would spend as much time on the slopes as possible. Many of our parents on the other hand, took a different approach to skiing. Each one of them varied in the ways they enjoyed their mountain vacations. What they had in common was that they all skied with less intensity, risk and passion than my friends and I did. My dad’s favorite thing about skiing is just looking at the mountain views. The mountains do look nice but it’s not the point of the whole vacation. My mom only skied on the green runs and went slower than I could ever stand to manage. My friend’s mom barely ever skied, likely because she was too out of shape. But, for some reason she owned her own pair of boots and skis. She liked to shop a lot on skiing vacations. My aunt decided to take a ski lesson one day so she could show off her skills. The instructor told her to “attack the slope” and that’s exactly what she did. She was confident in her new found abilities and went down a hard blue run with my cousin and I. As we watched her ski down from the bottom of the run, we saw her attacking the slope as she was now an expert skier after having one lesson. She soon fell and we both started laughing at how overconfident she was. Unfortunately, she broke her knee and later had to have surgery. She wouldn’t be that confident about skiing again and went back to the green slopes with my mom.
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