Last time I went skiing in Colorado with my parents, it was in a way as a baby-sitter for my niece and nephew. They are both showing signs of turning into demon skiiers, just like my mom.
We went to see the movie of 'Peter Pan', and I was so very glad to be sitting at the end of the row, so that nobody realised that I had tears running down my face for most of the movie.
Especially when Peter said "To die will be an awfully good adventure".
I was sobbing, because it won't be. Dying is hopefully the end of everything. I don't want any more good adventures. If I did, I would stay here and have them.