Her Earliest Memory
A few years back, we went on a ski trip. My wife and I were with our friends, and some of them had kids. I’m a first chair, last chair type of person. I’m in line ASAP and I go until I can’t go anymore. Well, the group was getting tired, so I said I’d take the kids with me.
I took them up the mountain way higher than their parents ever would have. We all got some good speed, but those kids were super good skiers. It was all going smoothly until I made a horrifying realization.
My niece (the youngest of the bunch) got a bit out of control and was headed straight for the trees. I zipped over and caught her just before she hit the tree line.
All four of us stopped what we were doing and even though the kids were young, they understood we weren’t going to be telling their moms and dads about anything, even though no words were spoken.
Turns out, the earliest memory my niece has of her life is of that day. She doesn’t remember the tree part, but her moment with me up high in the hills is the earliest memory she can pinpoint.
One of these days, I’ll let my brother-in-law and sister-in-law know what happened, but I’ll wait for a few more years when the kids stop going up with me. Story credit: Reddit / swanyMcswan