My dad tried teaching me how to ski a couple times in elementary school and in seventh grade, and it didn’t take. Being in junior high in 2001, snowboarding naturally appealed to me as the cool alternative, and I was off hitting rails with my homies up through when I graduated high school. Once I hit college, though, it got a bit out of my price range. Also, I just couldn’t hang with the hippie/$wag feel of it all—Bob Marley’s alright, but not in excess.