You frown; surely it’s not that hard? Then again, you can see the girl who’s quite a bit older than you struggling a short distance away.
“Come on,” says mama cheerfully, putting a hand on your shoulder.
As you push away, you’re worried for a moment that you would forget everything you learnt yesterday, but it comes back to you almost immediately. Strangely it’s the snow that’s weirdest. It’s fresh and unmarked by other skiers, and something feels different about it as you zig zag down the hill.
As you get back on the lift, mama pulls a water bottle out of her bag and undoes the lid on it.
“Drink up,” she says.
You look at the bottle dubiously for a moment.