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Once, I was skiing when I was about 5-6 years old. The lift operator got the brilliant idea that swinging the chair lift at me would help me get onto it. So, he did, and it hit me in the back of the knees. That knocked me off to the side, and I grabbed onto the arm-rest bars. Instead of letting me go (on the ground) where I would've been safe, my mom put a death-grip on my arm. We were 20 feet above the ground before the idiot lift-operator decided to hit the big red button that says "stop". I hung there for 30 minutes while they went up and down the mountain about 3 times, trying to decide what to do. First, they were going to try to catch me in a blanket, but they didn't have a blanket. Next, a rope- no ropes to be found. Finally, they came up with the idea to just drop me. No one knew what was under the snow, though. It could've been rocks, a buried pole, a log...anything. They made sure to let me, the terrified 5-year-old know that. So I kicked off my skis (and a boot). Then my mom dropped me into the snow, and I went to the lodge on the back of a snowmobile.
sorry if that was a little too long...
[Edited on 6/30/2004 5:16:09 PM]