I started on snow, on a board, around '88 with a BurtonAir. Had to call ahead around here to make sure boards were allowed. By high school none of my friends rode one so I just started skiing instead. Now in my mid 40's I prefer to ski and the only biases I have are to jerks sometimes
I did almost get into 2 fights on a hill though in my younger days, only as a skier though
One I had stopped to help someone that crashed on a little trail thru the woods at Ski Brule in the UP of MI. Helped them gather their stuff and was on the side of a roller were it drops off into the woods clipped back in my skis and just waiting for them to clip in and make sure they got down ok. this teenager came by and whapped me in the back of the knees with his ski pole and yelled at us that it was a bad place to stop.
The other I was 16 and we used to ski up behind each other and push the bindings down, extra points if they didn't know you did it. well, just before the lift line, same skis, white boots as my friend, though it was not one of my friends. I felt about 2" tall when they popped out of their ski and I noticed it wasn't anyone I knew. Thought the dad was going to kill me. Had to apologize quite a bit in that line.
That memory came back to me Friday night when my son wiped out and I was helping him up and a group of young teenagers went by on their way to the terrain park, well all of them went by and the last kid was coming right at us. I was looking back into a light so his face and everything was in a shadow, or so I thought. He was backwards and never knew we were there. at the last second I yelled and blocked him to the side. That kid felt like I did I could tell. Told him not to worry, I'd let him live
and to keep eyes on where you're heading.
Could tell he was a good kid, just doing kid things. Pretty sure he learned something from that, much like I did all those years before.
none of those involved 20 somethings and booze though.