Stuck on the ski slope

From the top of the mountain, the parked cars on the road below looked like toys. How would I ever get back down there to where my mom was waiting for me? It was clear that I had made a big mistake. And there was no turning back.

It had all started out innocently enough. My mom had driven me to Mt. Waterman in our local mountains for ski lessons, which were given on top of the mountain and reachable only by a chair lift. After my first lesson, I’d had so much confidence in myself that I’d decided to ski down the face of the mountain instead of taking the chair lift back down. But now here I was at the top, and as I looked down the frightening, steep, tree-lined slope, I felt frozen with fear. 

Skiers whizzed by me. Only one stopped and asked if I needed help. I nodded, and he said, “OK, follow me!” Then away he went. So much for that!