Me and my brothers’ first time skiing was in Washington, at a place called Bluewood, on a rainy/snowing/sleeting day. It was the last day of the ski season there. We started out by learning how to ski. The only person who currently knew how to was Daddy (he lived in Washington at one point of his life). Then, we skied in the beginner area. It was really fun, and we got soaked from the rain. The upside of the weather was that the ski resort wasn’t crowded like a nice winter day would’ve been. I learned how to turn, stop, walk uphill, and speed down the slope.