My dad was "first-generation" skier of our family...aside from his dad doing some skiing in Germany while he was there for a couple years as a young guy in the military during Korean War, he never skied again after that (and after my dad was born etc) as far as I know.
So my dad grew up in North Jersey, got into skiing around 13 via school trips/clubs/friends who were skiers (best friend who now lives in Park City came from a ski family). Him and that friend got jobs working for Green Mountain Tours (out of Jersey, maybe some of you guys his age recognize that company), and at some point around 18 years old or so I think, he was on ski patrol at Sterling Forest in NY.
He skied all over the northeast with the tour company, which is how he discovered Whiteface and LP, and then would go on to spend a lot of time in Lake Placid in his 20s (during this time met my mom, got her skiing, I was born ('86) etc.) which led into Lake Placid pretty much being our place in the winter...Gore as well, but we spent a lot of time as a family (I also have two brothers) in Lake Placid because of all the other stuff to do there like hockey on the lake, things around town, etc...
Me and my brothers all started at 3
So, we were a ski family, Nov-Apr was all about skiing. Parents would take us out of school sometimes to make weekends longer. All winter breaks skiing. No island vacations or any of that. Dads best friend lived out in Park City and still does, so I had my first trip out west in '96 at 10y/o, followed by many more UT trips to visit our friend out there. Put in 20-30 day seasons usually throughout teenage/HS years. My dad was always my #1 ski partner, but picked up a crew of friends along the way mostly in my late teens through 20s through a series of meeting people as the guy in charge of organizing ski trips with friends and friends of friends, including the occasional guys from my hometown crew(I was really the only real skier of the guys I grew up with) tagging along for the party aspect. Most northeast skiing was done at Whiteface and Gore, occasionally VT and of course I've been to places in NJ, PA, MA, NH at one time or another throughout my ski career.
Had a pretty good size regular ski group going by the time I was in my mid 20s, did a bunch of trips out west UT, MT, WY, CA etc. Met my now wife, taught her to snowboard (I ski and ride, mostly skiing these days get on the board to mix it up sometimes)...she got pretty good strong intermediate to where she could keep up ok...she knew skiing was life in winter and generally accepted that so that was good news, as I told her if you weren't into the ski thing you gotta go haha. She's *usually* cool with me taking off at the last minute to chase pow or go ski for the weekend..so all good. Then as people started getting married and having kids, the ski group got smaller, down to just a. couple of the guys who were lifelong skiers and "got it", and of course my dad who was always a fixture of our ski crew and the one responsible for my skiing existence and bringing me skiing and chasing storms all over the place, including our personal record breaking day trip to Whiteface from central jersey 22 hours door to door for a last minute 2.5ft pow day.
Went on to continue to ski all over the place and add to my list in my early 30s with my wife (Canada, Colorado, Europe) as well as had the opportunity to tick off some awesome ski locations thanks to strategically picking up work trips to "cold shitty places" (WA state, Alaska) while the rest of my team grabbed the ones to warm places. Prob more of that in my future once Covid passes I guess.
In the end it's kind of full circle back to doing most of my skiing now in my mid 30s with my dad.
My wife as well, although she goes maybe once a month at this point because we have a 17 month old., and will go more again when he's skiing soon. And I still ski with my main ski friends when we can link up.
Now the next phase is next season when I get my kid on skis (he had a quick go on my original skis from the 80s at home during a snowstorm this year), but I'm really looking forward to passing on the skiing like my dad did for me, to my son, and can only hope he enjoys it as much as we have, and hopefully have many years of skiing together as my dad and I have and still do.
Here's a side by side of me circa '89 and my kid this year, on my old skis...we tried to recreate the photo: