It was that time of year again where my parents would drop us in Orangeville to live with Aunt Lorie, Uncle Mike and Brad while they ran off to Cuba. Luckily Aunt Lorie always stocked the fridge with peach juice, Uncle Mike allowed me to add about 30 viruses to his computer, and Brad was always ready to go snowboarding at Hockley. We would go to the top of the biggest hill at Hockley Skii Resort, Brad would be ready to go down, and I would pansy out every single time. Everytime, he would go back down the easy hill with me so I didn't feel so stupid. Finally one year, him and I decided we were going to do it. I carved the perfect path with my face and chin down that entire hill. Brad laughed as hard as everyone on the skii lift. Thanks again man. Miss you <3 Ben