I was night skiing past year at meadows, coming down from mount hood express. I was headed down to the little rail park at the bottom of the slopes. About halfway down, there is the loading area for meadows highest lift, Cascade. There is a cat track around the base of cascade to allow for skiers to converge in a line for the lift. Anyway, every time I had done this run that night, I had nollied off the cat track. Unfortunately, you can't see what is directly behind the drop off. As soon as I was airborne, I realized my trajectory brought me basically down into a group of these middle school shredders. Some of them weren't bad skiers. I basically landed on this little snowboarders shoulders, I tried to move out of the way in mid air, it got my skis out of his way, but my thigh hit this kid in the back of the head and we both ate shit. I immediately got up to check if he was alright. Turns out I hit one of four black people I have ever seen on the mountain. I felt terrible for doing it, so I apologized profusely. He eventually got up, I offered him a couple of dollars I had in my pocket because I felt so bad. He didn't take it, but whenever i see him now I give him the thumbs up. Sparks notes: I hit the only black kid on the mountain and felt bad about it.