SWISH! That is the sound of my skis carving through the fluffy, well-groomed snow. This was my fifth run down one of the steepest hills at Boyne Mountain. I loved to carve through the slopes like someone in the Olympics would. I remember when I was younger: I would always keep the "pizza" position with my skis. In other words, poor quality skiing. I am now a master of the slopes. Any hill that winter has to throw at me I can tackle down… or
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