I haven't skied since my helicopter ride off the mountain in Saas Fe, Switzerland [which was, by the way, the first time I had ever skied]. My baby brother is on the ski team at Brighton and loves it..and with his skiing, my parents have to cart him all over Michigan for various competitions. This past weekend, they were at Boyne Highlands and Chris and I decided to tag along...
Now let me just say that I don't actually know what I'm doing while I'm skiing and I hate going fast (in cars, boats, skis, what have you) so I am basically terrified the entire time the skis are on my feet. BUT I also kinda love it. I love the feeling of going down the mountain, and I love seeing the really good skiers and the REALLY REALLY tiny little babies that can ski better than they can talk.
Boyne was absolutely gorgeous, and the drive up there was incredibly beautiful as well. I highly recommend going :) I find myself falling more and more in love with this state as I realize more and more that it is simply not where I am meant to live....I promise that isn't as confusing as it sounds...
What I learned in Boyne:
#136: Babies/Toddlers are people, but really small people that struggle to put words to their emotions. Because of this, parents become frustrated easily. My dad thinks this is okay, though, because it makes the parent feel better, and the child won't remember and then the padre can go home to his wife happy. Not violent.
#137: My brother is becoming less of a baby in some ways, but more of a baby in others. I guess it is his process of growing up...and growing up with so many adults who constantly have opinions on your actions.
#138: I don't miss being a teenager at all. And I definitely don't miss feeling like I have to fit a certain mold to be accepted.
#139: As independent as I like to think I am, I still need help all the time; with buttoning my helmet, putting on shoes, putting on mittens, and getting up when I fall down. It may irk my independent side to admit I need help...but it's also nice knowing people will be there to help me when I ask.
#140: You're never too old for a lesson in humility. Fall off a chair lift, then come talk to me about how cool you are.
Now let me just say that I don't actually know what I'm doing while I'm skiing and I hate going fast (in cars, boats, skis, what have you) so I am basically terrified the entire time the skis are on my feet. BUT I also kinda love it. I love the feeling of going down the mountain, and I love seeing the really good skiers and the REALLY REALLY tiny little babies that can ski better than they can talk.
Boyne was absolutely gorgeous, and the drive up there was incredibly beautiful as well. I highly recommend going :) I find myself falling more and more in love with this state as I realize more and more that it is simply not where I am meant to live....I promise that isn't as confusing as it sounds...
What I learned in Boyne:
#136: Babies/Toddlers are people, but really small people that struggle to put words to their emotions. Because of this, parents become frustrated easily. My dad thinks this is okay, though, because it makes the parent feel better, and the child won't remember and then the padre can go home to his wife happy. Not violent.
#137: My brother is becoming less of a baby in some ways, but more of a baby in others. I guess it is his process of growing up...and growing up with so many adults who constantly have opinions on your actions.
#138: I don't miss being a teenager at all. And I definitely don't miss feeling like I have to fit a certain mold to be accepted.
#139: As independent as I like to think I am, I still need help all the time; with buttoning my helmet, putting on shoes, putting on mittens, and getting up when I fall down. It may irk my independent side to admit I need help...but it's also nice knowing people will be there to help me when I ask.
#140: You're never too old for a lesson in humility. Fall off a chair lift, then come talk to me about how cool you are.
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