What Were You Doing When You Were 11?

 Skiing Patti

We just read an article by Rebecca Stead, author of When You Reach Me, where she talks about her experience as an 11-year-old in New York City. She said she was considered a preteen at that age where now the stage is called ‘tweens’ – not a term or stage she currently likes for kids today. She, along with several experts, discuss the lack of independence kids experience in today’s technology focused world.

When I was eleven years old, I lived in Stuttgart, Germany. We did live on a base so I suppose that was a bit more secure, however, I had a great deal of freedom to be outside, explore, play sports, and of course travel. I was rarely in my house and was not on a screen as we did not have cell phones or computers. Our television station did not have commercials either so that was different from what my peers grew up with in the states.

What I treasure the most is my years with Sitzmarker Ski Club. Late in the evening, we loaded up a fancy bus full of friends my age and perhaps up to six adults to drive through the night to another country. When we arrived the next morning, we dropped our belongings in a room and headed for the slopes. I skied in Austria, Italy, France, and Germany. We were on the slopes all day long with no adult in site. That meant we had to feed ourselves, speak in different languages, and not get lost! I was on the ski patrol so I had another layer of responsibility. What we did was so normal then. I learned so much from those adventures.

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There are many ways I learned independence and responsibility through my ‘tween’ and ‘teen’ years. I am glad that I was trusted, I had to learn some things on my own, and I believe I am a better person for that. Thanks mom and dad!

Read more about Rebecca Stead’s article here: http://www.timeout.com/new-york-kids/things-to-do/tweens-who-are-they

Utah Summary: Days 1 and 2 by Cam

I tried to do a log about Utah and yet there was always something more important to do, for example sleep. What can I say, time zone change is hard. So because I wasn’t able to post over my trip I’ll try to sum it up right now…

When we got in the hotel room my dad and I crashed. We were so tired from a long afternoon traveling on two planes. One from home to Atlanta and the other from Atlanta to Salt Lake City, the capital of Utah. When we got to Utah we got our rental car from Budget even though it was supposed to be from Hertz, but they didn’t have it right there and then even though we had paid for it and reserved it in advance. My dad was furious because they had already charged it to his credit card but luckily he is getting it off. Because of the delay I had to sit out in the cold Utah air for thirty minutes to guard the bags, making sure nobody called the cops for unattended baggage, while dad got to stay in a warm room, bickering with the Hertz people. When we finally got out car we drove over to Snowbird, the resort we were staying at for the conference he was having there. We got up to the room and, as I said before, crashed. We were finally in Utah.

Day Two

On the second day my dad had to go to his sole purpose of being in Utah, the conference. Because Utah is two hours behind home I woke up at 4:30 rather than 6:30. I know, I am a very early riser, but I do go to bed at around 8:30 on school nights. Come seven o’clock we went down and got our free breakfast that was for conference members only. I’d have to say that there was a lot of free stuff on this trip including dad’s plane ticket and the room. Once done with breakfast I went back upstairs and did some homework for school and chilled out watching TV in the room. Once dad got back we geared up and headed out to the slopes. We took a few lifts up and even a tunnel through the mountain to get to the resort literally right next to Snowbird called Alta. We then did a ton of runs on this one lift called the Wildcat lift. Its an old and slow two seat lift that services some really great black and double blacks that I love because they are through the trees and are rarely skied because most people don’t like the trees so there is usually more snow. I am the exception. The trees are like my friends, they help me through something hard like these cliff-like slopes. They make the slope look not as steep to me. We did this for most of the day and got a ride back to our hotel and dad had to go to another conference. I ordered room service and went to the arcade and then went into a nice, peaceful sleep.

To be continued…

Utah Log: Pre-Post by Cam

This Wednesday night I am leaving for Utah. Word is that they have gotten snow unlike Colorado who has a 50 inch base, pathetic. When I am there I will be staying at a resort called SnowBird with only my dad. My mom and brother are staying home. When we get there we go to our hotel room and because it is 12:08 East coast time we go right to bed feeling exited to be there.