As soon as I was able to walk, my parents put me on skis (okay, maybe not that young, but by 3 for sure). During our yearly, or if we were lucky twice yearly, trips out west, we spent many days in ski school, both to learn to ski and to give my parents, relatives and their friends some freedom to ski on their own. One of my earliest memories is skiing in my grandfather's snow plow and later taking off with my friends through the trees. Our trips out west were some of the best times of my childhood. We have continued this tradition with our kiddos. I am so happy that they love to ski, and that I am able to share the experience with them!