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Heading up the mountain on the chairlift I relaxed and took in the view surrounding me. The sun reflected off the bright white snow and I was thankful for the tinted ski goggles I had on. The slight swaying of the chair I was on was relaxing and I just enjoyed the moment. “What does that sign say?” A moment of panic filled me. I turned to Tom, who was in the chair next to me in disbelief. I wanted him to tell me I read the sign wrong; that this chair lift was not only going to black diamond runs. If that sign said what I thought it said I was in huge trouble. This was my first time skiing. There was no way I could make it down one of the advanced hills! “You’ll be fine. Just follow me,” Tom replied, too confident in my skiing abilities.