It wasn't until I discovered downhill skating that I truly embraced something as my own, that rush of pure adrenaline as your flying past objects too fast to comprehend mere inches from the ground. It was this sense, this addiction to the feeling of freedom you could say, that brought me closer to my father even after death. I understood why he risked so much, why it meant so much to him and why he ultimately payed the heaviest price for it.
The camaraderie in downhill really helped me as well, its one giant family with the common interest of just skating down hills, traveling and experiencing new things, meeting new people. It just felt like where I belonged the entire time.