How I Learned to SkiI love skiing on snow, for me it's the epitome of excitement. I first tried skiing when I was only about four years old. My father, who is a great skier, thought he should teach his first son to ski. Through practice and time, I made my father a happy teacher. I owe all my skiing knowledge to my father who spent hours and hours teaching me the so-called "tricks of the trade". However, I have broken more than one bone learning what turns out to be a very intense and serious sport and you shouldn't take the excitement for granted. I started when my dad competed in an eight powder competition, that's when you and your partner go down. the hill and make the number eight in the snow with your skies, the team with the prettiest eight wins. As usual, my father won, and that was the day he taught me to ski for the first time. He showed me how to shovel snow from a hill, it's the first move you learn while skiing, then he always happily took me to the rabbit hill and looked at me attentively as if remembering about when he was that age and how strange and awkward he was. he felt with those clumsy skis and big boots. That day it was very warm, but the snow remained and continued to fall from the skis. Then my dad showed me the basic skills he learned from learning to ski, you see, there is no standard way to ski, everyone has to find their own style of skiing or snowboarding. As you can see, this sport is not something you get good at straight away, it takes time and practice to become good at it. When I got older we would go to the biggest mountains in Colorado where he lives, we would spend all day skiing on difficult runs called double diamonds, it's the hardest run on the slopes. At first it was difficult for me to keep up with my father's extraordinary speed and coordination, he could really go down a mountain, for an amateur skier he was a real pro to me, I tried to copy his style because it It was one that I learned very well. When I was able to find the style that suited me best, I was amazed at how quickly I learned to ski. I know that when my father and I went down the mountain, he was the one who had to follow me.