Personal Narrative On Skiing

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I stood atop 10,000 feet of rock, dirt, and freshly groomed snow. People around me rushed down the mountain and my heart rate increased, remembering I would also have to make it down somehow. I had been skiing plenty of times, but this time I was strapping both my feet into a snowboard. I stood up and fell right back down, making one thing certain: this was going to be a lot more difficult than I thought. I looked around to see that there was plenty of activity on the mountain, with seasoned skiers and snowboarders alike. Seeing a few beginners, though mostly younger children, made me feel a bit better. The view of evergreens and mountain peaks as far as I could see was breathtaking. My cheeks were already stinging from the cold, but the sun …show more content…

When I finally managed to stand, I slowly slid down the mountain on my toes. I felt uncomfortable, especially when any little bump got in my way. My attempts at turning were far from the graceful carvings of snowboarders around me. Just staying upright felt like an accomplishment to me. Each time, I fell or was close to falling, but with continued hesitant slides and awkward turns, I gradually became more confident. I loosened up and allowed myself to gain some more speed. I was still quite slow, but now it was the pace that would allow me to get down the mountain by the end of the day. I let myself enjoy the view for a moment, which left my mind blank on needing to turn. Before I realized it, I was heading towards one side of the slope with trees. As I was freaking out, I tried to turn quickly, which only sent me crashing down. I woke up with my mother staring down at me in shock. "You hit a tree," my mom told me, stating the obvious. "Oops," I replied, unable to hold my laugh. I couldn't help but find hitting the tree funny because I had done it before, just on skis. My mom was less than amused because I had made her

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