Snow skiing

My Dad woke me up form my slumber and you know what he said to me "we are going snow skiing" "ah why" I say tiredly back. I was sleeping in the car ride there then "get up we are here" Dad says. I get my gear out of the back of the car, get my skis on and everything else. I had a lesson at I will spear you the boring details. After the lesson Dad toke me up the plunger it is type of level I went down and and I fell and I fell the whole way down my Dad said "well the lesson was a waste of time". My Dad started to teaching me how ton tern and stop. I got pretty good ( well at lest I thought I was ). I went down the bungler one more time. I was going up with Dad, but Dad was to far behind so In decided to go down alone. You know the first thing that happen I got cut off bye a little girl, and I crashed into a big man. The man and I tumbled down the mountain when we reached the bottom, everyone looked at me like it was my fault. I rush back to the plunger line. Thank god the god the line was short I don't want Dad telling me off, but it was to late he reached the bottom he grabbed me and said... " lets go home" he said very slowly.  In the car ride home he said " why didn't  you stop" I give him a look like I was on the a really steep slope how can I stop!!!