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Not a ski instructor, sadly.
After lunch, the WAMs would send the kids off with their ski instructors, and ...
I was determined to beat my friend in a ski race (the friend I call Thing2).
And ...
We raced ... on several days ...
And on one of the days ...
I fell ... bounced ... sailed through the air ...
Hit the ground like a rag doll ... bounced on down the slope ...
Landed hard !!!
... and thought ... OMG, I've broken my ribs.
But hadn't.
But it does feel like it.
The naughty ski instructor scenario would have been preferable.