A young boy sits in the back seat of his parents car as they drive through a small snowy mountain town. As the parents banter on about bathroom-renovations, dish-wear and other lame adult things, our bored boy imagines a skier hitting jumps and grinding rails alongside the moving car, and he uses his fingers to act out the motions of his imaginary skier. Suddenly his imagination becomes reality, and we join in the child's amazement as a real skier executes stunt after stunt all the way to the kid's school. When they arrive they find a host of other kids with equally impressive imaginations, each gazing at a different athlete jumping and grinding their way through the schoolyard. Though the parents remain blissfully unaware of whats going on, the nostalgia of the schoolyard seems to trigger something in the father's memory.