Twice. Only twice. He headed to Big Bear's mountain to glide down the glistening snow. Once, he spent the morning learning the techniques, then later, in the afternoon, he rode the lifts up. Bravely. To the top. And either tumbled down. Or surprisingly. Maneuvered swiftly. Almost skillfully. The second time. He spent the day just having fun. Honing his skills. As best he could, within a small time frame.
Days. Months. Lots of months. Passed. Without Brad going to the mountains. "Please?" he pleaded. "No money," we answered.
One day, Liz's out of high school friend, was going to take a trip to the local mountains. To snowboard. I wanted to share her excitement with Brad. Knew he'd be envious but, more so, excited for her.
"Quess what Liz's friend is doing today?" I asked. A sparkle in my eye.
"Have sex?" he said without hesitation. Not the response I expected. Not surprised, though, either.
"Snowboarding," I laughed.
"AAhhhh! Lucky!" Brad blurted.
