|This isn't me but it might well have been|
I did have one wonderful experience before I gave it all up however. It had snowed about six inches during the night but the storm had gone off rapidly to the east. We were left with beautiful fresh snow and bright blue skies.
I was first on the lift as they started up at 8:30 and launched myself down a green slope called Clementine. My skis were the first to mark the virgin snow. After the first few curves which I negotiated in my normal "pizza slice" manner there was a long straight run before we reached the bottom. I shall never forget it. My only regret was that I just couldn't make it a grade up to the blue slopes.
I did give it a try, but after failing badly I was forced to remove the planks and walk down the slope in full view of the Ski Haus at the bottom where several yuppies were enjoying their morning fortified lattes. It was not a happy moment. However I do have that one memory of the skiing experience to carry with me.