I was born to snowboard

Here is the evidence that I actually got up while on my first snowboarding experience! We went up to Solitude in Little Cottonwood Canyon outside of Salt Lake on the last day of the season. It was really warm and so the snow was a little slushy, but that made it softer when I fell down. And I fell down A LOT. A LOT. I spent most of my time on my tush or on my knees and got many sympathy nods and smiles from more experienced skiers and snowboarders alike. Even the little kids came up to reassure me. One little boy came and showed me his new skis and told me to keep trying - he was 4. And his younger sister was learning to ski at 2. I felt super cool. BUT, every story has a bright ending. By my 4th run of the day I finally got it and was able to stand and go down a hill without wiping out every 3 seconds and it was great! Maybe next season I'll be better....