My Second Attempt to Ski Saying that I was a bad skier, while technically true, is somewhat like saying elephants are no good at bingo. Back then, I was really bad. Though in my own defense, I'd only been skiing twice. I have since gotten much better, and only broken one limb.
Green slopes are the easiest, then blue, and black are the hardest.
But eventually I worked my way up, and spent many happy hours falling over on the green slopes. They took me to a chairlift I hadn't been to before, and almost got me on it before I realized what they were trying to pull. I made a break for it, and would have gotten away if I hadn't been wearing those damn skis, but they caught me and tried to convince me to go up. You could actually get off about half way up, and they thought I could handle it. But there was no way I was going to do it.