Skiing

I almost fell from the chair when I read the previous post. There must be thousands of grammar mistakes I made... Coming back with sored legs and arms from upstate NY, I found that skiing was fun. Unfortunately, it was my first and last time skiing for the season. I had fun skiing with my cousin's family and friends. Usually, I am a pretty thankful person. I treasure friends, family, people and things that I found to be in a harmony status. Balance is the word, I guess would better discribe my philosophy toward life, so does skiing.

Since it was my first skiing experience techinally speaking, Dave, my cousin's husband would felt the most about how a rookie skiier may kill a person. Looking at him lying on snow after the first "blue track" run (yes, not even the black diamond yet) with me, I thought he was dead. As my cousin, after couple runs with her, I think I hurt her knee with crushing into her. I am a crim while skinning.

With almost killing two people, I skied a bit better by the end of the two day ski resort get away over the spring break. It was really a wonderful weekend get away spending time with them sicne we don't really see each other quite often. I have been thinking about relatiohship among people. Sometimes I think it is a very tough and easy lesson in life.