Personal Narrative: My Love For Skiing

I am someone who fell in love with sports from a very early age. Over the passing of time, I found a love for soccer. Soccer has helped me learn to work hard in all aspects of life. When I am unable to play it feels as if a bit of my life has been taken away from me. All the sweat and tears on the practice field and in games have molded the person I am today. There was one moment in my life where that part of my life was ripped from me.

A cold snowy day during February break of my freshman year in high school I decided to go skiing. I had only gone skiing once before.This made me a beginner skier. That day I did multiple runs and each run I felt more confident in my ability. On the last run of the day, on top of the mountain preparing to down and decided to go down fast. This proved to be a costly mistake. While zooming down the mountain a kid around the age of ten crossed my path diagonally.

The ten-year-old and I nearly collided but I swerved out of the way and crumbled to the ground. Next thing I fully remember is waking up in a hospital bed with a humongous cast on my leg. I found out I dislocated my knee, semi-tore my MCL and tore a muscle behind my kneecap. I was in incredible pain that I couldn’t put any weight on my leg.

I also had to wear a total leg cast and be on crutches for multiple weeks. This was news I didn’t want to hear. These were some of the hardest three months of my life. I wanted to get back sooner but the doctor said that if I did there was a chance that I could have more serious consequences later on if I didn’t let it heal to its maximum potential. During injuries, the hardest part is to not rush the recovery even though it is very tempting to get back out and play. Missing something I love made me realize how important it is to cherish what is important to