Replying to Steezy Confessions

I'll go first. Five seasons ago, I was skiing through the park at my local on maybe my third day out of the year. I had been spinning the last booter for a few runs, and spontaneously, without any thought or preparation, carved off the lip setting a cork 9 mute. The axis felt perfect in the air, and I successfully pulled the grab behind my back. Landed like I hadn't even taken off. To this day, I haven't done a nicer one. Later in the day I got a nice hummer in the lodge from a lady who witnessed it.