It’s the start of the school holidays here in New Zealand today. Completely opposite to the rest of the world, we have winter, and my family have just been to the snow to go skiing.
And if you want to understand what a huge statement that is for me, I want you to understand that it’s the first time I’ve been skiing in 20 years.
I was afraid, I wanted to avoid going. I thought about just sitting at the café and watching while I drank hot chocolate and read a book.
But because it’s the year of adventures, I knew I couldn’t do it. I had to go skiing with the rest of my family.
Happily for me, it all worked out! It turns out that I remember a little bit about skiing, and I loved it! Okay, so I was terrified the first time I went on the chairlift and vowed I would never go back on it, but I was still able to use the magic carpet to get up and down the beginner slopes.
I think my most favourite thing about it is the atmosphere. The cold of the snow, the freshness of the mountain air, the crispness of everything around you.
I hope I get to go again, because it made me feel so happy, so full of life and excitement, that it felt like I was coming alive again!
And when a writer is fully alive, I think that’s when they’re writing their best words, and creating the most exciting stories.