It all started at Kungsberget, where I first learned how to ski. I was about 4 ½ years old and had been skiing for some time, using my brother´s old equipment. And for that reason, I really needed a pair of skis. Mum, dad and I went into the store and as soon as I stepped in, all I could see was a pair of red, shining skis. I ran up to them and did not let go. Not for a second. It was like they talked to me, telling me to bring them home. After some time of tough negotiations, I got them! Which was crazy, because I was not the kind of child getting whatever I wanted. I loved them from the very first second. They still have a special and beautiful place in my heart.