Now more confident, you nod and readjust your ski goggles. Still going from side to side, but much faster now, you feel slightly uncomfortable at the fact some people just shoot by. Then you eclipse the crest. It’s steep.
Some people are shooting down, but there are loads of other people slowly zig zagging their way down the steep bit. It’s not long, maybe a tenth the length of the rest of the slope, but it really is steep. Nervousness overtakes you.
“You wanna head down?” mum asks as she pulls up next to you.
You look up at her, worry evident on your face. She smiles back reassuringly.
“Yeah,” you reply, only slightly tightly.
At low speed, mum takes the lead.
