Some say it’s like riding a bike, but if you grew up in a warm climate and a tendency to camping holidays rather than ski trips, then skiing might not be
something that comes naturally to you in your adult life.
I personally had been skiing a few times as a child, once a year occasionally with a school trip, and once with my German exchange host partner at age 16, who
took me up to the top of a snowy mountain, gave me a push, and promptly disappeared down the slopes, leaving behind her a poof of powder and no encouragement.
I stood there, slightly stunned, at the prospect of having to make my way back down the mountain on these two slippery sticks attached to my feet, and actually
no idea where to go.
Needless to say, I did the bum shuffle for most of the way down, then spent the better part of the afternoon eating chips in the cafe, resolved “never to ski
again!” - an unfortunate introduction to the sport, and one that scarred me slightly when it comes to snow activities!