I learned to ski during my freshman year at BYU. My friend and I taught ourselves at Alta ski resort. We were terrible. We skipped the bunny hill because we were intimidated by the rope tow. We went straight to a lift. Fortunately some guy took pity on us and showed us how to snow plow.

After several runs down, my confidence had improved and I was going fast. I came around a corner in a trail and there was a ski class lined up across the slope. I did not know how to stop fast. I knew I was going to hit one of the kids.

To prevent a collision, I threw myself down sideways and had a huge garage sale all over the slope. Fortunately my tumbling came to a stop before I hit anyone.

The people in the class all stared as I sheepishly gathered my gear and slinked away. But I was so glad I didn’t hurt anyone.