First year was honestly a let down (12-13 season). I worked my ass off all summer to go to the lake placid water ramp camp. I didn't learn shit. I was too much of a püss to try anything during the ski season. I slid the small 2 foot rail all day everyday, with 360s and the occasional 540 thrown in off the small jumps. I grew a small pair of balls every now and then and threw an ugly frontflip or an equally ugly underflips. I also wore a hideous gaper onesie which attracted the attention of park rats who made fun of me on the daily. Still had a shit ton of fun, but my expectations were too high.
But this simply fueled the fire. I worked my ass off once more, and went to Ohio dreams. Actually learned a good bag of tricks, and spent what was sometimes hours on my trampoline at home.
Then ski season came around (13-14). I was comfortable sliding every rail in the park and had a much sense of style. I could blunt 5 almost every jump, and throw fronties off knuckles a lot. I could 2 both ways out of any rail, and mastered every simple swap. I actually looked somewhat good. I ditched the onesie for a hoodie and some baggy pants. I went from being "that gaper kid who slides the baby dick rail all day" to "that kid who is actually somewhat good, but not too good". Towards the end of the season I learned rodeos, flat 3s, and most importantly big ass backflips. So to anyone having a hard time progressing, just know that great things will come if you strive to achieve them.