I grew up in Canada, so we did a lot of skiing as a family on the weekends.  In fact, Mom says that I learned how to ski before I learned how to walk.  When I started snowboarding, at first my parents almost turned their back on me, acting like it was irreligious or something.  Then they saw me compete in a local competition, all decked out in the team snow-pants, jacket, hat, and Snowboard Goggles, and Mom almost starting crying.  I think I won the competition that day, but more importantly, I won my parents hearts.  All is well on the slopes once again. 

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