This bright red coat has seen more snow than a plow truck, mostly because I was in it while cartwheeling down Marquette Mountain. It was my very first time snowboarding, and my sister had somehow convinced me it would be “easy.” Spoiler: it wasn’t. I crashed, tumbled, rolled, and slid my way down the hill more times than I could count. If you were there that day, you probably saw a flash of red flipping through the air at least three different times. But between the laughter, the bruises, and my sister cheering me on, this coat became the unofficial uniform of trying something new… and getting back up every single time.