Big boys don't cry

What a traumatic day. My wonderful 8 year old daughter Kiera had never put on skis until Sunday and despite a couple of teary days is now at the top of a slope in her first official race. Off she goes and heads at speed through the various slalom poles. Couldn't see her last 25 yards as I was bubbling like an overgrown bubbling monster. The roar of the crowd as she past the finish line set me off even more. I can well understand how the Austrians seem so hard as minus 17 is no place for tears and as I stumble towards the line I can hardly see with ice filled greetin eyes. When she got her silver medal later in the day I was slightly better but still filled up. Proudest dad in the world but I appreciate my greetin caused her great embarrassment. Remember dad big boys don't cry.


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