Last Breckenridge Post

My most loyal reader (hi mom!) sent me these photos today:

Recognize the cutie on the right?

It's me! This was taken when I was three (ish?) during my first ski vacation.

I've been told this was one of a small hand-full of smiles this trip. Apparently I did not find joy in skiing until later in life (though I still rocked the ski bib!). My parents tell me that after about an hour after dropping me off, they received a phone call from the instructor telling them to come get me. I guess I didn't love being dressed up in puffy clothes with sticks attached to my feet and I was not at all shy about telling (or yelling) this at the class. Yep, kicked out of ski school.

Years later I still don't love the puffy clothes...

But I lasted the whole week with no one calling my parents asking them take me home!