The first time I went skiing in Park City my brothers decided to take me to the top of the highest lift. The highest lift is a long, long, long way from the ski lodge.

The tip of the skis I had rented snapped off shortly after I got off the lift. Since this was my first time skiing, I was unable to ski on one ski; So, I ended up spending the day walking down the slopes.

My brothers could still ski. So they would monitor my slow walk down the mountainside as I struggle along carrying my broken ski.

Fortunately, the ski-rental company didn't charge me for the broken ski.