It took me 2 hours to find my former self. Maybe longer. My legs were stiff I was scared. I was the slow person. After falling and getting a small case of whiplash I wanted to go home. But I got up, we drove all this way. Mammoth is 4 hours there and 4 hours back from my parents where we left the kids that morning. I had to get up. I used to love this what happened? Where was I, I mean me? The person who was fun and good at snowboarding was just a whisper compared to the bah humbug who was a much, much louder voice. I've been pregnant or nursing for the last 3 years so I haven't gone much. So, I got up and kept going. I was better than Jamin at this I taught him how to snowboard and right now it was him teaching me. I had to go my own way for a while until I remembered what I was doing but I came back. Soon enough I was flying down the mountain and loving it! I forgot how much fun snowboarding was. Like, I remember telling myself I liked it but at this moment I can still feel how much I like it. Mammoth was great! The day was sunny and beautiful. The snow was great and it was not crowded. We even parked really close to the lift which made it easy to get stuff or put stuff away. I loved it! The eight hours of driving was worth it after a day like that. I really needed it, just to see Me again. I miss me sometimes.
