When I was growing up, my dad was an avid snowboard instructor.
So it was natural for me to try my hand at one of his courses.
In fact, I have spent the past 15 years learning to ski and snowboard from him.
Here’s how it all started.
The Story Behind the Photo: The first photo I took was taken at an antiques shop on the south side of Los Angeles in 1982.
That year, I was 13 years old.
The shop was a small and unassuming building in the heart of the Sunset Strip.
The staff consisted of a man and a woman.
My dad worked there for four years.
He had a great sense of humor, and he was always willing to help out anyone in need.
The man was a longtime friend of mine, and the woman was the store manager.
As I worked my way through the shop, I saw the man standing there and said to myself, “I want to go to this shop.”
I was just starting to skate, and my dad had a huge snowboard on his lap.
I went in, grabbed a couple of my skateboards, and we headed down the street.
As we drove, my father told me, “You have to look for a snow boarder.”
I said, “Why?” He said,