Snow - Not Just for Grownups
By: Lake Tahoe
This blog originally appeared as a guest post on skilaketahoe.com.
As I didn’t learn to ski and snowboard until I was almost 30, I don’t have early childhood memories of family trips to the local ski resort. My dad has stories, though — from the era before he had three kids — that as a child made me think he was a superhero. Now as an adult, I think it’s amazing I am even here. How on earth did he survive? And why did my mom marry such a crazy guy?
I do have childhood memories of winter, however. I remember sledding the local hill and ice skating on the lake in the center of town. I remember making snowmen in the yard, and snowball fights with my brothers (until I lost the height advantage at age thirteen). I remember making igloos with my dad, and coming inside to mom’s hot chocolate and dry clothes. I remember thawing out on the shag rug in front of the fireplace, thinking that life was amazing and I had a bonus day off school.
Bringing your kids on a winter vacation sounds to me like the Best. Thing. Ever.
If you’re planning on visiting the resorts, it may be best to introduce the kids to snowsports through ski/ride school. This is a safety-first environment, packed with instructors who know how to bring the best out of their young charges (or at the very least, where to find hot chocolate and a stash of dry mittens).
Please note: For all ski schools, reservations are usually required in advance, as spots fill up quickly (especially during peak season). Equipment rentals are usually included, but check with the individual resort just to be sure. Proper clothing is a necessity, and decent jackets, pants, gloves, hats, and socks are key – whether you have to rent, borrow or purchase the gear, it’s worth it to make the experience last longer than it took to get there!
Don’t forget, not all snow play comes with a lift ticket. Never underestimate the joys of:
Whatever you do this winter, remember to have fun! If you play your cards right, your kids will remember the time they spent with you more than anything else. And when they ask you how they got here one day, they may be talking about your early awkward attempts at a 720 McTwist, and not simply the birds and the bees.
What are some of your favorite winter childhood memories? Please share in the comments below!