Every time I went down to our storage room back in my childhood days to get everything, I had to go through my father’s old-ass ski equipment gathering dirt just standing there, if not rusting away. He kept them for so long it felt like a lifetime, but he would never use them, claiming he was too old to use them, but they were too dear to let go. The mere sight of the ski equipment got my head rolling every time; how would it feel to put them on and give it a shot? Where are the best ski resorts in Iran, close to my home, where I could try those rusty little ski poles and worn-off shoes on and make a complete fool of myself since I knew nothing about skiing and the gear would probably get me injured seriously?
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