Paola Catch

My Story about the Name Paola is dedicated to my cousin Paola. My cousin is adopted and came into our lives when I was around five or six years old. She is a couple of years younger than me. I still recall the first time I met her. We held a family meeting at Uncle Hans Klessinger's house. Paola, my younger brother, and I were riding on my father's back, and there are still images of that. My story about her is pretty frightening, and I occasionally have nightmares about it. We have a ski vacation property in Austria Tirol where we spent our ski holidays together. Paola once leaped out of the ski lift too early, falling into the emergency net at the departure station. She was crumbling with her skis in the spider's net, like a fish or butterfly about to be roasted by the mountains. I have awful nightmares about these ski lifts and cannot imagine the trauma. What is Your vacation nightmare and the name Paola?