The Sky’s the Limit: My Journey with Maryellen

I feel like I’m flying, just like on the water skis. Then I’m back on the ski race awards platform, explaining the mix-up, returning the watch, and heading home with my family.

Later, alone in our room, Emma apologizes. She should’ve trusted me. She admits she knew I was unhappy about the team, but hopes I still want to be on it with her after today.

I tell Emma I don’t hate everything about skiing. I love going fast and being outside on the mountain. Emma grins. She knows I hate the uniforms. True, I say, but I can put up with them the way she puts up with my star charts.

Emma squeaks: am I not quitting? I’m staying, I tell her, because it makes her happy that we’re on the team together, but I’m focusing on the fun, not the competition.

Emma hugs me, thanking me. In my head, I thank Maryellen for teaching me how good it feels to do something out of friendship and love.