Who knew golf clubs could be this heavy?

Billie stepped back and gave her a thumbs-up."Jia you!"

Summerine wrapped her fingers experimentally around the club to test her grip.

Club. Ball. Swing.

It should be easy.

Right?

She took a deep breath. Rotated her shoulders the way other golfers did. And then she drew her club back—-

Wrong!

Summerine whirled around in dismay the moment she heard a man yell in pain behind her and Billie hurriedly calling the staff for help.

Oh...dear.

Golf might not be for her, but...

SUMMERINE JOINED THEqueue for the beginner's slope in the indoor ski park. Everyone else in line was about half herheight, but that was totally fine. It was all about finishing well and not where one started.

Her heart started pounding as she watched one kid after another disappear from view. A part of her was just waiting for someone to shout for help (and give her an excuse to back out), but all she heard was the line attendant shouting, "Next!"

I can do this.

(No. You can't.)

Can't you be supportive for once?

(You're about to break your own neck, and you want me to support that?)

I'm not going to break my neck!

(You're afraid of heights.)

I can get past that!

(You're afraid of speed.)

I can get past that, too!

(And now you want to face both in one go?)

Watch me.

Summerine's turn finally came up.

(Just cross this one out and move on to the next sport.)

She stared down at the manmade slope before her.

"Are you going or not?" the line attendant asked impatiently.

Summerine took a deep breath...and stepped back.

Skiing