I drop my skis into the forgiving morning snow, stomp my boots into my bindings. The frigid wind nips my cheek, but the rising sun comforts me. Closing my eyes, I prepare my line down the mountain. There is fear, but the exctement is overwhelming. With absolute confidence, I speed towards the jump, skipping across the snow, turning into the jump and off. The next seconds feel like minutes, spinning and flipping through the air. When I stomp down my landing forty feet later, I am completely content…
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