The first of things are always remembered. It's a powerful memory trigger. My first concert was The Bangles and Mister Mister at Blossom Music Center in Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio. My first time dining on raw whale was 2007 at
I was cruising a trail with a friend and her family until we couldn't go any farther. We dead ended at the most difficult run I had seen thus far. MOGULS. All icy moguls. It must have been one of their double diamond runs. I loudly declared, "I have to walk down," but it was too late and not an option. I descended with a biting vertigo of fear. Not only did I fear the moguls themselves, but the run was crowded, narrow, and with many people unsuccessfully getting down the hill with falls. Bump. Bump. Bump I went, resting between moguls. The only thought going through my mind was, "Don't fall."
Finally, I reached the bottom and to my elation, I was one of the successes! I rocked those icy moguls without a fall! I was better than I thought! Or lucky, perhaps. My first brush with the magic snow bumps they call moguls will never be forgotten. Back then I told myself that was the first and last time for moguling around. I had avoided any and all before my sabbatical. I'm now ready to try some again if they seek me out.