Skiing: Our Family Sport.
I have grown up learning how to ski at the same time I was learning to walk. My mother, who was born in Sweden moved to steamboat Springs, Colorado for a year in hopes of learning English. My father, on the other hand, was attending the University of Colorado's Law School but frequented Steamboat Springs on weekends to ski. It is here they met, and their love for skiing grew as their love for each other Grew. Because of this, skiing became our family's sport. When I was growing up, we had a cabin a couple of hours away from my home. Practically every weekend in the winter, we drove up to our Snowshoe cabin to learn to ski. I was three when my parents took me skiing for the first time. Obviously, I don't remember the first time, but I have seen pictures and home videos of me wearing a one-piece snowsuit with world's smallest boots and skis. I was secured in and held by a rope harness, where my mom would put her skis in the shape of a pizza around me and hold the ropes s...