Nothing is better than your first time
The first kiss
The first time you sucked on a titty and touched a vagina
And from sex it all goes downhill
How precious are these moments
I remember the first time I skied again; it was like yesterday
I screamed out of pure joy; and that was on a groomer
Buddy kept calling my Ottawa and to go deeper in to the trees like a fish swimming upstream
I finally made turns in fresh snow; powder
In trees no less
In season one both speed and discovery were at play
I could go fast and was good at it; skiing Quebec my whole life seemingly until I was eighteen
Season one was my second year of darkness; unknowingly and came to an abrupt halt
It ended in pain and powder
The powder saved my life or felt like it
I remember I ended up upside down next to a big tree in a blanket of fresh stuff
Now I’m entering my sixth season and my seventh year of sorrow is nearly put to shame
It’s been one hell of a trip
