mine was when i was about five and i was skiing down a blue, so i thought was the shit. so, my family was at the bottom of the trail looking up so i decided to try to show off by not "pizza-ing"...so, i started flailing my poles making massive pole plants (cause i thought that was necessary to be a good skier) i got going realy fast and wasnt good enough to slow down, and, unfortunetly, at this moment one of my massive pole plants landed squear in between my legs and well...i ran into it and flipped over it, sliding down the rest of the trail on my back in agony...i dont think ive ever fully planted my pole since
_______________~Angus West______
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