One of my best memories this season was definately when I landed my first 360. I was trying them all day in the park off this tiny jump, basically a roller with a lip. Then I finally just hucked the shit out of it and stomped it. It was the best feeling ever, I can't even describe it. I felt like I had to tell everyone on the whole mountain my little accomplishment. I went on the whole day just hucking 3's off that little jump. Good times
Also another time was the V-day storm on the east coast. I live in NY and have never skied powder over 4 inches here. The storm dropped about a foot on my mountain and it never stopped snowing that day. I woke up to my radio saying school is closed. We got to the mountain about 45 minutes before opening. I was skiing this one ungroomed run under the lift and I would just hit all the moguls and land into a foot of freshy over and over. Probably one of the best days of my life, I can't even describe it.