His cheeks were forever rosy, and I know they ached from the grin that didn't leave his face. He was cautious, taking his time on the green slopes, but quickly asking for more. By the end of our stay, Bennett had gone to the top of the mountain, and boarded all the way down. He will tell stories of being so high, that his elbow was flush with the mountain side - and how he was scared, but pretended like he wasn't.
"We will be back next year and next year and next, and next. Right, guys??"
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