I started skiing when I was 3. I was a baller.  I skied with my mom on a leash (hell yeah, bamf) and after she broke my leg by twisting me up and letting me fall akwardly and I got better, I went into lessons at Mt. Fucking Southington in CT.  They gave me pins for every lesson.  It was dope.
When I was 6 I went to Snowbird, UT with my mom for the first time.  She put me in ski school there, which to this day remains my personal favorite ski school in the world.  So dope.  Every year we'd go back and do ski school, and by the time you get to the highest level, the teachers are real chill and all you do is ski pow, jump off shit, laugh, and cut lift lines.  SOOOO much fun.
I loved ski school.  Hell yeah!