I broke my knee skiing at Bolton Valley.  I told my mom to follow me.  I went over a jump and it was really icy.  Then I slid down the hill at least 30 feet and my leg twisted on the way down because I was curled up in a ball and my leg was sticking out.  And then we waited for ski patrol, they brought me down in the sled.  It was going quicker than I imagined.  Then they brought me into the clinic and they put my leg in a splint made out of a cardboard box.  And since my name is Jackson – I was a Jack with the leg in the box.

Then they put me in the car, my mom brought me to the urgent care.  They took x-rays there and found out my knee was fractured.  But the people back at the ski clinic thought it was just a bad bruise.

I am going to see a surgeon this week of December 25th, 2016.  

Rocks are tumbling.