My Dad woke us up really early last Friday- I didn’t know what to think. ”Where are we going?”  I asked him.  He said ‘’skiing.”

So we ate breakfast, and got in the car and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove.  when we finally got there we had to park all the way in the back and walk (with our skis) to the ski place.  We took (what I think was the longest ski lift ever)up the mountain and then the mountain was so steep we had to zigzag down the mountain but I crashed a million times! Jonah did too. then we found out  that the kids’ park  was across the street. So we went there and skied and skied and skied and skied and skied.It might not have sounded fun (oops) but it was awsome