Elisabeth Easther talks to an adaptive skier and chain-fitter at The Remarkables
I'm from America, born and raised on the east coast in Connecticut - a little place called Tolland, between Boston and New York - and our holidays were mainly about outdoorsy stuff. In summer we were hiking and camping, and in winter we were skiing. The first time I saw a moose I was about 8: I also simultaneously stood in a beehive. So I'm trying not to move and hoping the bees don't sting me and this moose is at least three metres tall, with huge antlers. I was kind of stuck there in awe and Dad scooped me up and ran. I got stung a couple of times, once on my eye and my mom said that same-old same old mom thing: "Boys will be boys".
My first holiday without my parents, I was 18 and went to Florida with friends. We went down to Panama City Beach and it was the most cramped, uncomfortable 24-hour car ride of my life, six people in a five-seater car. Having to switch drivers, with everyone wanting to get their sleep, whoever was driving would blast cold air in our faces to stay awake. But I hadn't been to Florida before - the beaches where I'm from are like English beaches, rocky with cold water, so Florida was like the tropics and everyone was out to party.
In 2013, I was 21, still living in Connecticut and I was late for my landscaping job and my motorcycle wouldn't start. I had to roll start it and, being late, I started going too fast.
Coming round a corner, I went off the road and hit this huge boulder. I was in a medically-induced coma for a month and when I woke up my family weren't sure how to tell me I'd lost my leg and for a week I didn't know. But I've always been into sport and have come back from lots of injuries.
