This first ski medal captures the moment skiing became something I truly loved. When I was seven, my dad enrolled me in the North Coast Ski Club. My first race, a giant slalom at Caberfae Peaks, felt terrifying in the best way. I stood at the top of the course, nervous and unsure, until my dad reassured me I would do great. When I pushed off and raced, I surprised myself by placing third. Holding that medal afterward was pure excitement, and all I wanted was to get back on the snow.

Even though I later chose swimming as my main sport, my love for skiing never faded. That medal marks the start of a passion that stayed with me. Today I ski park, big mountain, and backcountry, facing new challenges but feeling the same joy I felt at seven. Every winter I look forward to carving fresh snow and making more memories in a sport that has stayed with me through every stage of my life.