Chain of memories

The wood felt cold but welcoming in the crisp early morning air. I smiled as the nylon strings vibrated, making a beautiful sound. The man sitting opposite me held his guitar also in a lefty style, playing a single riff multiple times so i could hear it and play the song back to him. The cool air reminded me of the powdery, fresh, snow as i slid down timidly on the two pieces of wood strapped to my feet. i fell many times trying to remember what I was supposed to do to keep balance as i fell again and again, the snow collecting on my face. My brother snowboarded with such grace for a first-timer. How much better he was than me reminded me of how he learned how to ride his bike faster than I did. As a child, I would wobble so much that i would steer into things and eventually gave up until i was nine, four years after giving up, and i learned but my younger brother at that point was already learning and he is currently almost caught up with me but he doesn't have the guts to do what I do.