Personal Narrative On Skiing

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When your skiing, no one can tell that you’re crying. My large shaded goggles hide my eyes and my sniffles are masked by everyone's sniffles around me. Once a year you’re suppose to hear, “it’s your day, it’s your special day!.” This day is suppose to be all about you and no one else. So, when I woke up this morning I had high hopes. Of course they knew it was my birthday, they just haven't said it to me yet. I didn't have a phone for my friends to text me, no Facebook to remind anyone. I was only in 6th grade. I knew it was my birthday, but that didn’t help anyone else. That morning we got ready and quickly went out onto the slopes. I just pretended like nothing was wrong, when in fact it was. As we got down to the ski mountain, I tried to ski fast over to the lift. I was met with a large line of people. I did a quick hockey stop spraying the people in front of met. They turned around glaring, but I could care less. My sister came up next to me, my dad, brother and mom in toe. I just stood there, leaning on my two poles, while they talked. …show more content…

I quickly sped ahead and practically hit the chair in front of me. My sister came up next me. We waited for the two person chair to swing around and hit the back of our legs with the freezing metal. As it picked us up we were catapulted towards the grey sullen

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