The Art Of Snowboarding

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“Againy! Againy!” This is something I would chant at my father throughout my childhood. In our small, wooden-floored kitchen, my dad would place his skateboard on the ground, and push me back and forth, providing hours of entertainment. These fun filled hours became the origins of my beloved hobby, snowboarding. At the age of six, a plastic snowboard wrapped in colorful Christmas paper was placed under my family’s tree, introducing me to the wonderful world of winter sports. With age, I graduated from the plastic snowboard, which I learned the basics on, to a real snowboard. All of the sudden our neighborhood sledding hills became small, and I began to ride on immense ski hills. Every winter during the weekend, my family hits the slopes, bonding

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