'Trip'ped

Today I had to make up a kaiwa no hi (conversation day) for Japanese class. I went to my sensei's office and we talked about my most memorable trip. I told her my favorite trip was my trip to Whistler last year, where my family went up to go skiing for the first time. I didn't realize this until I talked about this that that trip was actually a place when a lot of injuries occured. But yet, it was my most memorable trip, maybe it was because of the many injuries, I don't know.
Because my mom was the only one who skiied before, we had to take lessons. The first time I put those ski boots on, I felt like I was some kind of robot for Halloween or something because it was so heavy as if it was a space boot. It felt so weird walking in them; however, it wasn't as weird as those skis. When I first put those on, it felt as if I was learning how to walk again. I was wearing shoes that were as tall as me, sliding around uncontrolably. I didn't feel too bad though, because my mom, dad, and sister looked awkward too. Our instructor came, gliding so smoothly towards us. She was apparently a national champion. She taught us how to climb up the hill, and take our first 'steady' steps, glides, or whatever you call them. It turned out that I wasn't half bad and could actually run down those 'massive' bunny slopes.
However, this is when all the injuries started to occur. When my dad was trying to glide down to the bottom of the bunny slopes for the first time, this really fast skier ran right into him. It was scary, but funny in the same time, for it looked like my dad was flying for a short period before he landed straight onto his back. It turned out that he tore some ligament in his knee and had to sit out for the rest of the trip.
Next was my mom. There I was shivering in the snow, it was the first time I was ever in such cold weather. It was then when I truly realized I dispised the cold. Every half an hour or so, I had to take a trip to the heated bathroom, where I would run my sore numb hands under the hot water. (I know, pretty pathetic.) Anyway, while I was shivering in the cold, my mom was really hot. In fact, she was so hot that she took off her ski jacket and her layers of clothes until all she had left was one long sleeve jacket. She told me that she was still hot. When we got home, it turned out that my mom had hyper-thyroidism(?). Her thyroid gland was out of control that rapidly increased her metabolism, and increased her temperature. After the diagnosis, she had to go through a special treatment to get rid of it.
After my mom's incident, my sister got hurt. We were both skiing down the next level of bunny slopes, when I suddenly saw her yelling 30 feet away from me, "Nikki Help Me!" It turns out to be that she couldn't stop. Of course I couldn't do anything because I couldn't ski well. I didn't know what to do except for just ski downhill. I turned around and she was still skiing when I saw her fall face flat in a pile of snow. She wasn't hurt that badly, which was a good thing because all I could do was laugh. I would have gone up to help her but I didn't know how to ski uphill. I saw her head pop up from the snow; she stood up, and looked at me and said, "Nikki!" She had a big pile of snow still on her head when she skiing down to meet me. I had to laugh some more when she got mad at me for not helping her.
Luckily, I didn't get injured (except for my numb hands) like the rest of my family. And I really think that it's because of luck, since I am a clumsy person. Even though we had a couple of injuries on this trip I think that it was the most memorable because we were able to spend a lot of time together as a family. (Usually my dad is at his business meetings.)