I think I am about 2 years old here. This would have been the first year my folks had me on skis. That's my brother and my dad with me. My dad used to have me ski in between his legs while I held on to a ski pole that he held out in front of him. It hurts my back thinking about it.
My brother was a great inspiration to my skiing style. That said, I was NEVER as daring as he was. But I sure loved to follow him all over the mountains. I would just love to go skiing with my brother now. We don't see each other very much though, I guess it just makes me appreciate all the wonderful memories that much more.
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