My parents strapped a pair of plastic skis on my boots when I was two years old and sent me down our driveway in Vail. Of course, they were holding on to me the whole time, but that was my first experience 'skiing.'

My dream job has always been to be a ski racer.

Racism been over. It's the old people that keep on holding on to it.

Whether it's learning to hit a backhand in tennis, learning high school chemistry, or getting better at ski racing, I really believe with hard work and analytic preparation, you can skip a few steps and find the faster way.

It rained a lot in New Hampshire, and when I skied, the snow was icy and hard, and the mountains were small.

Drzeci se za proslost,
odricemo se buducnosti.