When I was little, I loved skiing. I grew up around skiing every day. I got on my first pair of skies at three years old. I remember crying how cold it was. I remember having a “worm” a small piece of plastic shaped like a little worm, that kept my skies from moving apart. My little helmet only being held up by my tiny goggles. I grew to love it. I was on skies every weekend, every winter for 13 years. I lived for skiing. I would look forward to the weekend drive to the mountains. I woke up at the crack of dawn to ski, from 7 am to 5 pm you could find me on the hill. I was one of the first ones on the mountain, and the last to come off.
Unfortunately, I got into an accident when I was a 14 and had to stop skiing for a while. I broke my femur skiing with my brothers. I was going off the trail, and skiing through the trees. I have done hundreds of times. I caught an edge of my ski on a rock and ran into a tree. I sat in the snow alone for 45 minutes as my brother went to get help. I had no idea what had happened yet. All I knew was that I couldn’t get down the hill by myself. Later in the hospital, I found out that I broke my femur. It didn’t really hurt; I was in shock. What really disappointed me the most was not being able to walk, run or play. With this injury, I found out the importance of having the ability to walk and be physically healthy.
Here are some passes to check out:
I still ski as much as I can today. But it is really difficult living in the Bahamas. I’m not as fearless as I use to be. Here are some of my favorite gear.