One year when I was around 11 or 12 my mother and I went on a trip to California. I was really excited about going because I haven't gone in like 2 years. So we got on the plane to California six hours later we arrived. We had a long drive ahead of us to bug bear mountain. My Aunty picked us up in her car and we left for the mountain. About 2 hours into the drive, we hit snowy roads. I knew we were close and I was about to go snow skiing. It was my first time doing it so my mom put me in classes so I could learn the basics. So when we got there we rented my skis and I went out there for my lesson. We gathered around the teacher “Listen up kids, this is a class about skiing, but there is a snowstorm coming soon so we have to make this class …show more content…
The snow storm hadn't kicked in yet so we went to the bunny slopes. The teacher was nice but also kind stricted. “Let's get up this slope so and If you don't make it you get left behind.” The other kids trying to run up the hill with their skis but their not getting anywhere. While the smart ones went on the lift to the top of the bunny slopes. “Ha look at those dummies trying to run up to the top” the smarter kids said. I was on the lift to but wasn't making fun of kids because my mother taught me better at that time. I was on the lift behind the teacher and the 2 kids with him and the teacher yelling at the kids making fun “ Why are you making fun of them! It's not right and plus this is your 7th class so you had no room to talk.” I finally got to the top and i was kinda scared to go down because this was my first time skiing. I didn't was to go down because I thought I was going to fall or eat it. Go down the hill or you won't pass! the teacher said. “I'm scared I'm going to fall and hurt myself going down” I said.”it's not that bad if you down the slip and fall you will fall on snow. With a faint sigh.. My teacher said “i'll come down with you for your first one” .” I said “ok make sure I don't fall ok?.” On the top the hill we saw the whole town and the nice mountains of
“In high school, the kids who didn't carry their own skis called their parents to bring in assignments they'd forgotten or to ask for a ride home instead of walking or taking the late bus.”
At 6pm on a Saturday evening, Sally and her parents were on their way to go skiing for their 20th time. The whole family was extremely excited and looking forward to this, especially since the place was somewhere they’d never been to before. As they were in the car, Sally was daydreaming about what the place would look like, and wondered if her worst fear would be there: ski lifts. Everything about this scared her. The car is out in the open, has no roof, and the ride could malfunction at any time. Since this unanswered question was on her mind now, she decided to ask her parents to see if they knew. “I’m just wondering, do either of you know if there are going to be ski lifts at the place?” Both of her parents paused in confusion but didn’t
“First time?” shouted a worker at the loading dock about two feet away from me. I nodded my frosty white head yes. “Well good luck kid, this one's tough, but I bet you can make it.” He said pointing at the mountain.
In July this year, I travelled to Queenstown for a family vacation. It was my first time in the snow and I tried out snowboarding. Those of you who have been snowboarding before would know that the majority of the first day is spent face down in the snow. It was freezing, wet and challenging but I did not want to give up.
...I jumped on the boulder and there I stood one jump away from gaining back my popularity. Looking at the cold ice had already given me shiver. I counted to three and jumped, I had broken the ice feet first. Beneath the ice was dark and extremely cold. I wasn’t able to see anything; I was frightened that I wouldn’t find my way back. It was an unusual feeling, like time had stopped and everything was moving slow. I ran out of breath and eventually found my way back. The whole school assumed that I had died from coldness and wouldn’t come back up. After warming up, it was the new kids turn to jump. Everyone waited but he couldn’t jump he choked. I was glad and proud of myself for overcoming my anxiety. The quote by Amit Ray really inspired me and will never be forgotten: “If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath.”
I rush toward the mechanical clanking and rattling of the ski lift and collapse into the chair. Exhausted, I use this time to restore my energy. I begin to form the image of the steep route that I plan to attempt on my next run. Its nearly vertical face, large jagged rocks, and rough terrain send shivers down my spine and adrenaline into my veins. I painfully recall my previous attempt, where I did not perform the necessary technique in order to survive the run without a crash. This time,
A few winters ago, some friends invited my family and me to go snow skiing at Paoli Peaks, Indiana. I did not know how to snow ski, and I leaped at the thought of trying this new sport. On the first morning we entered the pro shop to rent all the gear and make decisions about whether or not to take lessons or go it alone. We decided to be adventurous and go it alone—no lessons. Kent and Celeste, the friends who invited us, knew how to ski and snowboard. He assured us that he could show us the basics, and we would be on our way down the slopes. All of us, after a few minutes learning how to wedge our skis started down the family trail. Although the family trail had smaller hills and appeared safe, to me it seemed way
A kid who never had a bad experience with heights before goes cliff jumping for the first time with friends. He is excited and eager at first, but when he looks ove...
to the slopes and she how it worked. This was almost the end of snowboarding. Every
Skiing has been a significant part of my life since I was three. The slopes fill me? with more joy than anywhere else. Throughout my years skiing, my Dad and my older brother Trevor have helped me. Following in their footsteps, I have progressed in both the way I ski and the difficulty of slopes I attempt. When I began skiing, I was scared and needed lessons. I could not complete any slopes except bunnies and greens (the easiest slopes). Through many days spent on the slopes challenging myself, my skill improved. I wanted to ski with my dad and brother, and knew I had to practice in order to even try keeping up with them. Determination to join them and be together skiing made me work harder than I have worked before to improve a skill. This story will help you see some of the challenges I faced and successes I achieved as I began to ski, and improved both my skill and mindset.
It was a cool, June morning, I had my bags packed and ready to go, and just like that I was on the road to Niagara Falls! We started by getting up at five O'clock in the morning.I remember waking up to the smell of french toast, bacon, and eggs. We packed our bags in the truck, then hit the road!
Michael had told me over and over again that I had to be ready for the tricky spots, or I'd be telling a nurse that the light at the end of the tunnel is an over-exaggeration. Nevertheless I got cocky and decided that I could try a black diamond slope. Michael had been trying to teach me to take sharper, shorter turns and to crouch down to maximize speed. Now, to an experienced skier these can be handy skills, but to a novice, they end up being just one more thing to think about while going 40 M.P.H.
The ground moved farther away from me as I went higher up. I nervously swung my legs back and forth and placed my ski poles next to me. When I looked down, everyone looked like itsy-bitsy specks in the vast, white snow. Whoa…, I thought to myself, the sight made me feel disoriented. As I went up the lift shuddered, shook, and occasionally swung side to side which made me feel jitterish. I couldn’t believe I was doing this though, but there was no going back now. After a few minutes, or what felt like hours, I could see the end of the ski lift coming closer. I prepared myself by getting ready to stand up by grabbing my poles and tensing my legs. There was a bright red line printed on the snow a few feet ahead and when I reached the line, I quickly stood up and got off. “Phew, at least half the journey’s done”, I thought to
Thin air encompasses me as I commence the final day of skiing at Vail, Colorado. Seven days of skiing elapse rather painlessly; I fall occasionally but an evening in the Jacuzzi soothes my minor aches. Closing time approaches on the final day of our trip as I prepare myself for the final run of the vacation. Fresh off the ski lift, I coast toward the junction of trails on the unoccupied expert face of the mountain. After a moment of thought, I confidently select a narrow trail so steep that only the entrance can be seen from my viewpoint.
The roads were super icy, and it was super cold: the reasons we had a snow day. A bus can’t exactly drive on icy roads and when it reaches a certain temperature outside we are not supposed to go outside and cannot have school that day. To begin, I had never driven on icy roads before this day: It was my first time. I had driven during the previous winter, but this was my first time on ice. Second, I got my mom to let me go, but she said, “You have to bring your little brother brother with and no speeding.”