Since I was three, I have loved putting the boards on my feet and sliding down the hill.
There have been years when I haven't made it up as much as I would like.
But I haven't missed a season since that first season when my parents pulled me up the hill.
What if this little tear or whatever they do to fix it keeps me from skiing. From hiking. Cycling.
I'm worried. More than I will admit to my friends. To my family. More than I even admitted to myself.