I sat in my room staring at my suitcase. My calendar read the eleventh of December. I had an itching feeling I was forgetting something. I reviewed my list of supplies for my family ski trip. “Aha!” I exclaimed! I was forgetting my skis! Two hours later I arrived at Monarch Ski Mountain. I jumped out of my dad’s car and quickly grabbed my skis. I put on my skis, washing the sticky snow off of my snow boots. Ten minutes later I was flying down a ski run. Minuscule white snow flakes fell from the sky. I was happy.