And, as an adult, I tried skiing, and I ended up in tears.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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.'
Skiing not only for yourself and your family, but for your country, was surreal. The amount of support I got from back home in Indiana was insane.
I remember skiing being a family recreational thing.
I always channeled what I felt emotionally into skiing - my insecurities, my anger, my disappointment. Skiing was always my outlet, and it worked.
I love skiing.
The first thing I wanted to do, as a boy, was to be a skier, because I had seen film footage of somebody skiing.
I'm still having fun and as long as skiing is enjoyable, I'm going to continue to do it.
Skiing takes so much out of me, and when I start a family, I want to do it 100%.
When I was 3 years old, I thought I was very good at skiing.
When my parents were getting divorced, I just said to myself, 'Go to sleep, and tomorrow you can go skiing.' I cried myself to sleep, and in the morning I was up on the mountain, and I was good.