The second day I ever rode, my boys took me to the top of 9 at Loveland and we dropped Wild Child.
I wasn't ready for it and it scared the shit out of me, but I made it. Honestly, it was that run that made me fall in love with the sport. Just looking at that terrain and watching other people rip it up made me want to get better and get better fast! I went and took a lesson after that trip.
I think this sums up my first experience. Instead I think it was the off the top of the Gondola at Mammoth.
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