Day one of skiing on this trip, last run of the day. My 6 year old daughter is riding the lift with me at Ski Cooper. This is her second ski trip, and last time she was a little meteoric djinni zipping down the trails and between the trees and signs, but this day she's been having a little difficulty. Renee, however, never gives up.
So on the lift, she says in her sweetest little girl voice, "Daddy, will you please go slow and ski with me?" Naturally, I say, "Yes, honey, thank you for asking me to stay with you." And she says, "I love you, Daddy." We get off the lift without incident (a miracle for me on this my 3rd day of snowboarding) and she waits patiently for me to get my board strapped back on. Then we start off, and
** ZIP **...
She is GONE! She's got her skis parallel and about 4' apart and she is going so fast I cannot keep up with her! Then she stops to help another little girl pick up her ski poles, and I catch up with her. And then she's off to the races again. by the time she go to the bottom she was just a little spec to my eye and I make my old-guy GS turns down the mountain.