I still remember the feeling of waking up on christmas morning my 1st grade year. As I rushed to the brightly colored christmas tree I noticed there was a huge rectangular package leaning behind it. Immediately I jumped towards the package in desperation. As I teared its red wrapping paper off i noticed that it was a pair of skis. Right then my Mom walked into the living room and told me that this would be the year that I skied. Naturally being a six year old i didn't appreciate the notion right away because I wanted toys instead. However this changed as soon as it was time to actually go skiing. After we packed up the car we headed straight to Mt. Spokane. The forty five minute car ride felt like an eternity in my mind but when I we finally
