Winter was never my favorite season, but I didn't hate it. Granted, there was snow ball fights and Christmas, but there was also frostbite, and a flat and lifeless landscape. Most of the time, the best part of winter was going back inside. of course, this would all change.
Coming from a public school, skiers were rare at my age (that age being 10). I was surprised when I came to Fenn to find that the vast of majority of people spent their time on the slopes when it begins to snow. Continually I told my self that I needed to learn how to ski. And so on that cold February night, I did.
The first lesson came from a seven year old teaching me how to snow plough, and from then on I was hooked. In the preceding time I continued to take lessons and enhance my skill in this newfound sport. I skied, skied, and skied; loving every second of it. It didn't matter that 60% spent of the time was spent lying on the ground with snow up my jacket, there was always a smiled on my face.
The willingness to try something new had given me a whole new perspective on winter, instead of dreading it, I now impatiently wait for mountains to open and snow to fall. Although it seems scary, try new things, for even if you don't like it, you won't spend the rest of your life wondering if you would.