The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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When my father and I were having dinner, I asked him “What’s your favorite memory with Aunt Jen?” He started to giggle a little and coughed because of his smoker lungs. He glanced down and told me this story with a hanger in his mouth. I asked “why is this your favorite memory with her?” He said it was one of the last times we all went on that annual ski trip and it was one of the last funniest memory he had with her. After he went to college, my Aunt and my dad were never that close again and he was reminiscing on those kinds of memories.

“Mom! Can Jen and I get the special waffles outside the lodge? I don’t know if I will be able to get them next year since I am going to college and I may do an internship during winter break.” Said Mike.

Please?” Said Jen.

“Okay, but this is the only time during the entire ski trip that you can get the waffles.”

Mike and Jen look at each other making sure that today was the best day to get the scrumptious, fluffy waffles with ice cream. Today was the day! Mom rolled her eyes and shook her head as she gave them the money and watched them run off.

Mike ordered his original. Waffle with hot fudge, mint chocolate chip ice cream with chocolate sprinkles. Jen was behind Mike waiting to order. As Mike was walking back to the family table, he stuck out his tongue and said, “Ha Ha”. Jen already knew this was coming so stuck her foot out right as Mike passed and tripped him. He didn’t fall, yet the ice cream just went right in his face. Jen was crying she was laughing so hard. “I’ll get you back Jen!!” Jens mascara was running down her face as she was now crouching down and holding her stomach.

Mike, Jen, Dad and Mom all put their snow gear on. Jen’s face was red from holding her breath from just trying to put her boots on. Every time it took her at least 10 minutes just to put them on. Mom and Dad went on the slopes. But Mike had to wait for his little sister.

They went up on and down the slopes, which were typically greens and blues with Jen following Mike. Since Mike was 3 years older, he always wanted to go on the black diamond to challenge himself.

“Jen, if you go on the black diamond with my I’ll give you $10 and you can hang out with my friends and I one day for 30 minutes.”

“Fine.”

“YAYYY!!”

The people in front of them on the chair glanced back and shook their heads.

“Shoop, shoop, shoop.” Mike was off. Jen closes her eyes at the top of the mountain, takes a deep breath in and out and says “I can do this”. Mike is already so far down the hill, so Jen finally goes down. The first part is the steepest part of the mountain. Jen starts doing her s-turns, but they get smaller and smaller. She starts to lose control. Mike stops to wait for Jen. He looks up the mountain and sees her kamikaze down the hill. His head moves as she passes him at 100 mph down the hill. She’s screaming at the top of her lungs. Mike is the one now crying laughing and crouching over.

He begins to catch up to her after she fell. Mike couldn’t even see what happened as she was falling because of the amount of snow that came flying up.

Mike finally catches up to her and Jen is crying in pain while Mike is crying from laughter.

“MY ANKLE HURTS MIKE!!!!” Jen screamed in agony.  

“Suck it up, just go down the rest of the mountain on your butt.”

When they got down to the bottom, she yelled “I’m never doing a black diamond ever again!” “Fine, I got you back anyway.” Said Mike. 

Family Ski Trip

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1981
Gore Mountain

When my father and I were having dinner, I asked him “What’s your favorite memory with Aunt Jen?” He started to giggle a little and coughed because of his smoker lungs. He glanced down and told me this story with a hanger in his mouth. I asked “why is this your favorite memory with her?” He said it was one of the last times we all went on that annual ski trip and it was one of the last funniest memory he had with her. After he went to college, my Aunt and my dad were never that close again and he was reminiscing on those kinds of memories.

Decade: 1980s
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Recorded by Alexandria Santoro on June 4, 2020
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