Firsty- Thirsty for Firsts

Yep, I am one of those persons that make up words.  I get it from my Grampie, my mums dad... I believed the turn signal in the car was actually called the doodleflapper because of him.  

I am thirsty for firsts and consequently I invite challenge into my life.

The couple Adam and I shared the gondola with at Keystone yesterday told me I was brave when we revealed that it was my inaugural run on a snowboard.  I have skied for 20 years now and after hearing so much about how comfy the gear was and how zen the ride is I decided that I should learn. 
Brave huh? They knew that it was going to hurt.  I had been repeatedly warned that I was going to fall, that it was going to be often and that I would want to give up. I looked at the couple with pity, they were not much older than I, had they already given up?  Had they already stopped falling? stopped hurting?  Had they already learned everything? Perhaps they are simply afraid.  Afraid of a little instability, a little unknown, a little bruising, afraid of a little fear...  

Life is long, learn much.
Cuze if you aint learnin you aint livin.

I'll be headed back out as soon as I can sit on my right ass cheek again, ready to fall, ready to hurt, ready to learn. Forever firsty.