Skiing and Falling

Dad took me skiing a lot when I was young. Any adventure he was down for. He always wanted to get his money’s worth, so we were on the slopes from the butt crack of dawn until our fingers and toes were about to freeze off. One trip it had just snowed and there were feet of fresh powder on the sides of the slopes. I went too close to the edge and fell in. It felt like falling into cotton candy. It was so deep I couldn’t get up on my own. Dad came over to help me, but I was laughing too hard to stand up. He eventually dragged me out, but then fell in himself. At this point, I was useless from laughing so hard. I remember him getting so frustrated because he wanted to get up and keep skiing. I still laugh thinking about it. ~Taryn