:: WRITTEN BY LEIGH RIPLEY :: When I was growing up, winter fun was more like boot camp than days of leisure and play. My stepdad (really just a dad, as he has been there for my sister and me since we were little) worked incredibly hard; and when he wasn’t working, he played just as hard. A trip to Disney meant waking before sunrise to be the first person in line at the gate…and walking till our feet were swollen and we were the last people to leave the park. Ski trips were more of the same…we must get first and last chair! And we didn’t just ski on spring break trips…we were enrolled in ski lessons to…
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