When I was 3 years old, I thought I was very good at skiing.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I was born, my parents were huge into skiing. I grew up on Mont Blanc, skiing on that hill. I was really a ski baby. Loved it; I still love it.
My parents strapped a pair of plastic skis on my boots when I was two years old and sent me down our driveway in Vail. Of course, they were holding on to me the whole time, but that was my first experience 'skiing.'
I started skiing around the same time as I began playing the piano, at around four, before moving to the violin at five.
When I was 50 years old, I actually decided to draw up a list of half a dozen things that I really hadn't done very well, and I was going to make efforts to improve. One of them was skiing, and I really did become a very much better skier.
I love skiing.
I didn't start skiing until I was 50. My wife Lois taught me how to ski. I'm proficiently conservative.
I'm not really good at skiing or snowboarding, or swimming, per se.
When I was a kid. I had traveled the world by the time I was 13 years old because of all the competitions I did for inline skating.
I started skating when I was six years old.
And, as an adult, I tried skiing, and I ended up in tears.