Vermont

Hannah Robinson
Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read

Every February when I was 16 and younger, my Dad would take me and my brother to Vermont to ski. We would go with his best friend Vaughn, and his step daughter Jaclyn. I will never forget the first trip to Vermont. I was about 7 years old, and I had never skied before. My dad set up a skiing lesson with a Killington ski instructor. After about an hour of practice and getting the hang of it, I was ready to go on some easy slopes. So my dad, being the person he is, takes me on a black diamond trail (my first ever real trail)! I was too young to understand what black diamond meant, so I went in with no fear. Surprisingly, I flew down the mountain like a pro. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face and how proud he was of me. He must have bragged about it to everyone we met that trip. Definitely an experience I will never forget.

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