Ski Slopes and Other Vulnerable Places
The wind snapped at my cheeks as we approached the top of the green ski slope, enhancing the tears that I was desperately trying to fight back. Only minutes before, I had been the champion of the practice ski slope on my first day of ski school. Carefully managing to “pizza” all the way down and trudging back to the top, I had practiced with the other 6 year olds until I was out of breath. All of a sudden I realized that the bunny slope was a mere bump in comparison to the monster of a mountain my parents…