Sunday afternoon it was snowing, I with Dad, Mom, and my brother Peter went skiing at a Blaine park. I was the first to get down the hill, they chased me. I heard mom laugh and say, “Good job, Mike!” I was so happy, because skiing is better than jumping on my bed…some times. I dreamt I could ski. That time I got that feeling, after our downhill skiing, he did clap his hands. “Mike, you are number one! Give me five!” dad said. I felt great. Yeah!
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