Evan loved skiing in Utah. The instructors were his favorite type of people: the male instructors were cool, bearded men's men who thought Evan was cool; the female instructors were beautiful, long-haired models who thought Evan was cute.
Our last instructor used one of those chair-uni-ski things because his legs were weak, but was totally with it otherwise. This guy was like a Special Olympics gold medalist. On the first lesson, he wanted Evan to go down the bunny hill to see how he could ski.
Evan got off the chair lift and started going really slow. Like 1/4-1/8 as fast as normal. When I asked him why, Evan said, "we need go slow because of him."
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