I have several wonderful memories of ski ing and some I`d rather forget, like the time my elasticated lift pass pinged into my eye and I couldn`t open it for 2 days,the time I forgot my sunglasses so I went without rather than pay the extortionate prices in an austrian designer shop and came black sporting eyes completely bloodshot from sunglare. The bruises the size of one butt cheek and the avalanche that meant I was stuck up an Italian alp and our return was delayed for two days, try explaining that to your boss.
But that feeling whizzing down the piste makes it all worthwhile.