Proof The Bible Is True

Aunt Kathy and Uncle Ray waved at my cousin and me as we went up on the ski lift. I was excited to hit the slopes without anyone holding my hand—at ten years old, I was ready to be responsible for myself and seven-year-old Noah. Besides, the bunny slope at Snow Summit was a piece of cake.

I looked around as we climbed. Strange, I thought. Did the lift always take this long? Why were so few skiers on it? Finally we reached the top. There was no lift attendant. Only the sign: Black Diamond Run.

We’d taken the wrong lift!

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