Dad tried very hard for our family to always do things together. He’d take us camping, fishing, take us on road trips, and even skiing. I’ve been able to ski since I was five because of him. He used to take us night-skiing at Brighton (because it’s cheaper at night than the day). But we preferred it at night anyway. It was so fun to ski down in the moonlight, with those bright lights above us. Then we’d all head over to the ski lodge, and Dad would bring in a cooler of sandwiches and hot cocoa for us to eat (as food at the lodge was really expensive). He always tried to make sure we were happy and having fun.
One time we went up Mom ended up hurting her leg really bad. She couldn't ski at all, and I remember that from that point on, she had problems with it.
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