Since my 7-year-old sister-in-law had to ski in front of her dad in case she fell, I had to be in the very front leading all of us. Well, lets just say my new nickname is "Wrong-way." It didn't really help to have my MP3 player on while my father-in-law was yelling, "No! Don't go that way!" Most of the time I didn't hear him telling me which way to go, and when I did hear him, I would somehow still go the wrong way and totally misunderstand the signs in front of me (that is if I even read them). I should have just gone the opposite way that I thought I was supposed to go, and I think that it would have been right!