Wow what a great bad memory. I was 17, in HS on a HS ski club trip to Squaw in '77. Couple of my buds were skiers, I did not know anything about skiing. I borrowed some ski's, some boots and what I had was crap but I didn't know. They were red/white Kneisels (sp?) wth these aweful plate bindings. That day was a complete blizzard at Squaw. I was in levi's and sunglasses. After not being able to see my feet or what I was on, I bought some really cheap goggles but it was much better. My friends took off and I was lost most of the day, falling down and trying to fix the d*#% plate bindings!
Then at the end of the day some fast sucker smacked me good and remember sticking the tip of my right ski into the hill and it broke just south of the shovel! Great, I borrow someone's stuff and I break it. I wasn't hurt from the collision, but I hobbled back to the dorm type rooms we were in trying to figure out what happened. I was completely frozen and soaked, but that did not bother me. Heck, I thought everyone was cold and wet ... but I still had fun in all the misery and I kept coming back for more.
I only wish I had a chance to ski more. Work has kept me away a few years before, but this year I'm gaining ground. If I get 7-10 days a year that's good for me. I know that's kinda pathetic but the wife won't ski any more and I'm running out of stories why I come home late from work sometimes...