AS WE NERVOUSLY PUSHED OUR FIRST-TIME SKIERS out of the rental shop, the bunny hill loomed like the Matterhorn. My husband, Kevin, and I exchanged glances. Could we cause our children bodily harm — or sabotage their rankings in the 2030 Winter Games? Surrounded by ski school groups and coaches, no other parents in sight, we felt like trespassers. Were we even allowed to do this?