KingM
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My nine year old son broke his leg today at Sugarbush and I feel terrible about it, especially since I bear more than a little responsibility for it.
He's been taking classes through the elementary school and had finally reached the point where he was able to take some real runs down a real lift and was so excited about it. After his school program ended, I met him and we took the Gatehouse Express up. I skied behind him through the first few turns of Pushover and was quite pleased with how much progress he'd make since I worked with him on the Poma five or six weeks ago. I started to ski ahead. When I ski with my wife, who is also learning, I ski ahead, wait, ski ahead, wait, etc., and I was instinctively doing the same.
The thing is, with the school, they follow the instructor in a big, snaking line down the mountain. He saw me zipping ahead and tried to keep up, even though we'd just hit the one steep part of the run. I came to my first stop and glanced back and realized what he was doing even as he lost control. His downhill ski twisted back away from him and didn't pop loose until the damage had been done. We spent the next couple hours taking him down the hill in a sled, getting x-rays, cast, etc. Thankfully, it wasn't a compound fracture, but what is called a fracture of the tibial spine. Still, bad enough. He was just getting going and now he's done for the season and hobbled for the next several weeks.
Geez, I feel bad. I know it was an accident, but two seconds of thought and a bit of advice before we started would have prevented it all. Poor kid, even as he's fighting back the pain, he kept saying, "I'm sorry, Dad."
He's been taking classes through the elementary school and had finally reached the point where he was able to take some real runs down a real lift and was so excited about it. After his school program ended, I met him and we took the Gatehouse Express up. I skied behind him through the first few turns of Pushover and was quite pleased with how much progress he'd make since I worked with him on the Poma five or six weeks ago. I started to ski ahead. When I ski with my wife, who is also learning, I ski ahead, wait, ski ahead, wait, etc., and I was instinctively doing the same.
The thing is, with the school, they follow the instructor in a big, snaking line down the mountain. He saw me zipping ahead and tried to keep up, even though we'd just hit the one steep part of the run. I came to my first stop and glanced back and realized what he was doing even as he lost control. His downhill ski twisted back away from him and didn't pop loose until the damage had been done. We spent the next couple hours taking him down the hill in a sled, getting x-rays, cast, etc. Thankfully, it wasn't a compound fracture, but what is called a fracture of the tibial spine. Still, bad enough. He was just getting going and now he's done for the season and hobbled for the next several weeks.
Geez, I feel bad. I know it was an accident, but two seconds of thought and a bit of advice before we started would have prevented it all. Poor kid, even as he's fighting back the pain, he kept saying, "I'm sorry, Dad."