Well, bully for you, my freeriding friend, that poor kid is probably now so upset, he won’t be coming back to the park again. You’ve saved the world of freestyle skiing from yet another potential hero.
I mean, point me in the direction of someone who wasn’t at one point been a massive Jerry. I endured ski school, I went through a phrase in my early teens where I was rockin’ that gaper gap. I snow ploughed my way down the mountain and caused havoc where I could, and that was fine. I was a kid. I was exactly where I was supposed to be for someone of my age.
Breaking into park and freestyle skiing is not easy. And with parents pushing their children harder and harder to master expert-level tricks before they turn 10 years old, any novice adult freestyler finds themselves stumbling onto the set of a rather freaky, grunged up version of Toddlers & Tiaras… on snow (Toddlers & Tail Grabs? I’ll leave this one open).