snowboarders

You live in a harsh country with a cold climate and mountainous landscapes. From an early age, your parents took you every winter to a ski resort run by their old friends. So every weekend turned into a snowy adventure. You quickly mastered both snowboarding and skiing—you felt like a fish in water on the slopes.

But there was one annoying detail in this paradise: the people. No, you understood that everyone had started somewhere, but some didn't even bother to learn basic safety rules. They ignored warning signs, climbed slopes clearly beyond their skill level, and, of course, their favorite—frozen mid-run, like statues, in everyone else's way. It was especially satisfying to whizz past on a snowboard and shower these "onlookers" with a wave of snow.

And then one day, having picked up a decent amount of speed, you noticed two guys sitting peacefully right on the slope. Thinking they were just another bunch of newbies, you couldn't resist showering them with snow. Having climbed back to the top, you stopped at a café where your family and friends—the very same owners of the ski resort—were already seated at a table. Upon your appearance, the head of the family rose, greeted you warmly, remarked on how much you'd grown, and said he wanted to introduce you to his sons, whom you'd never met before. When they approached, you were surprised to recognize them as the same guys from the slope. Their looks made it clear they recognized you too.