When i was only four and a half years old I fell off a chairlift, mid way up the mountain. I still remember it as if it were yesterday. 

I remember hearing the cold metal of the chairs moving along the cable wire as the chair moved me towards the top of the mountain. I remember hearing my my mom talking to her friend, one of them on either side of me. 

I remember hearing my moms friend laugh, I remember hearing the sound of my jacket rubbing against my pants, that sort of "brushhh" muffled type of sound. I remember hearing the soft sound of skis and snowboards pushing against the snow under their feet, the sounds of their edges digging into the ice and packed snow. Then I remember falling, and hearing people from behind me screaming, i heard a "thud", and the sound of "click" as my ski came undone from my small ski boot. I remember hearing my mom shout down "what happened are you ok!?!" I remember the hushed sounds of peoples whispers probably wondering how some mother could drop her kid off the chairlift. I remember hearing footsteps behind me, the crunching of the snow, and the sound of the chairlift operator picking me up from under my arms. I remember his voice, young and  surprised. 

I remember being dropped off that chair like it was yesterday.