Skiing was fun until I got cold.
Knowing they had hot chocolate and places to sit around the fireplace, I found I was getting cold easily.
From the time I was very little mom, and dad were teaching me how to ski. We lived less than a mile away from a ski area, and mom and dad wanted all of us kids to learn how to enjoy the sport. The first time we were out in the snow, I was more interested in making snow angels than learning how to ski. When dad got my skis on my feet, it was too difficult to make snow angels, so I let him teach me. I was so excited over knowing how to go down over a hill and stop without falling that I didn’t want to go inside that first night. Then I realized that once we got inside, we could sit by the enormous fireplace in the middle of the room and drink hot chocolate. I was now excited to get off the ski slopes just to go inside and sit by the fireplace. The second day, I didn’t find skiing as fun. Knowing they had hot chocolate and places to sit around the fireplace, I found I was getting cold easily. I would tell my dad that I was freezing, so he would have to take me inside the building. On the third trip inside, my mom took me. She told me that this was the last time I was going to get beside the fireplace until after lunch. I guess three trips inside, 3 cups of hot chocolate, and half an hour in front of the fireplace were a bit too much for only being out on the slopes for three hours.