Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • Ever since my dad was little, he has been skiing. He may have been doing it in jeans and on snow covered landfills in Michigan, but even so, it was a sport that he had to make into a tradition. I have been skiing since I was 5 years old. My parents, not eager to deal with my low level of skill, always put me in ski school when I was younger. Although I never appreciated the gross food that they fed me, I can look back at it today and say that it gave me the proper training to do what I can on the slopes today. Winter sports have always been in our family. When I was old enough to handle something more difficult than the green runs, we took our first trip out to Utah. The first trip kept us coming back, and now we have a house in Park City, Utah. The picture I chose is a picture of me my mother and sister, and it is our first time experiencing the new heated chairlift at the Canyons Mountain Resort in Utah. This picture is significant because it was one of the first times that I left ski school and joined my parents to actually feel some freedom on the mountain.
    • Share

    Connected stories:

About

Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.