(My mom is typing this for me today because I can't type right now)

Today I woke up and got ready to go skiing with Brandon & my Dad at Jiminy Peak.  We left at 10am.  We get there and its really crowded Dad says, so we had to park really far away.  It was really cold outside and we had to get our equipment on.  And there was like this wagon truck that was carrying a wooden wagon, a big one, and it was so far away that you had to get on this wooden wagon truck that had like 10 other people on it.  And you just stand there until its time to go.  It was like a shuttle that take you to where you get the tickets.  And you just have to walk a little up. 

Then there's the line for the lift and the line was really long.  It wasn't like Stratton, it was like really crowded.  Jiminy Peak's whole mountain is like only half of what Stratton is.  Jiminy Peak stinks!  But I'd still rather ski there, than not ski at all.  So we just wait in line for our turn to get on the lift and when it finally comes, me, Brandon & my dad go on the lift.  And when we got to the top and got off the lift, Dad saw one of his college friends that he hasn't seen in 14 yrs.  They were talking a little about Dad's job & other things.  They were talking about why Dad didn't end up going pro in baseball because of his arm injury. She had a little kid and her husband was doing snowboarding, which he hadn't done in a year and Dad was talking to him.  My dad and her husband were talking about their jobs.  We started off on a green trail & Dad told us that it was going to be hard, because there was fresh snow on the ground, and it was hard to move in. And I fell like 2 times while on that trail.  Brandon didn't fall.  My dad fell once I think.  When we got down we went on our 2nd turn to the lift, and this lift wasn't nearly as crowded. This was our second time on the lift.  When we were going to go on the lift, I tripped over my blade when I was trying to get to the lift, when the lift was coming behind us. I fell, and they stopped the lift, which was embarrassing.  I couldn't get up because my blades were tangled, but I did get up eventually, and I told Dad that it was embarrassing, and he was like, "yeah it happens sometimes". 

When we got to the top we started to go this trail called "Out to Sea".  And we took that to this trail named Scooter.  And then the Scooter was very flat at first, but then got kinda steep, and Dad wanted us to go in front of him in case we fell so that he could know he needed to help us...and there was like this turn and while we were going down, my dad was waiting at the top until we got to this bend in the trail.  But I didn't know that we were supposed to stop, he thought we were going to stop, so I went past, so he started going.  And there were these couple of other people that were down the trail.  And I was coming up too fast on this other kid that had skis and my blade was caught up in his ski and I got off of his ski and I lost my balance and my blades came up & I fell on my back but used my arm to brace myself and I BROKE my right wrist!!!  (This would have never happened at Stratton because we always had so much of the trails to ourselves!)

Then ski patrol got to the scene. They got to the scene before my dad did.  I don't know who told them, but they were there fast.  They were there in like 2 or 3 minutes.  I was crying out, "Dad" because it really hurt.  Like 1 minute after ski patrol was there, which felt like 15 because it hurt so bad, Dad got there and told me to take deep breaths.  They put my arm in this cheap little splint.  Then they told me to get in this little sled that this guy brought that I had to lay down in. This guy snowboarded down the mountain with this sled that I had to climb in . We took the easiest trails, but he was going kind of fast.  It was like this metal sled and  there was this guy that was snowboarding & pulling the sled by these handles on the sled, and when he'd come to a stop snow would spray all over me.  And some other guy skied beside him and Dad followed and so did Brandon.  Then they took me to this like house where the window slid open like a garage, and he pulled the sled inside the window.  They would radio each other and stuff.  It was like an underground first aid house and these 2 guys lifted me up on this couch thing.  And then they took off the splint and replaced it with a better one.  They asked me all these questions like my address, what school I go to and all this other crud. Even with the new splint & ice pack it still really hurt.  Then we had to go to the hospital.  I got x-rays and they put a real cast on my right arm.

They gave me a note saying I can't play gym for weeks & weeks!!!!

But Dad said my wrist should be healed in time to get a little more skiing in before the season is totally over