I was almost to the top of the mountain when I felt my stomach drop. I felt like I had a million butterflies in my head. Each one of those butterflies described how I was feeling. I really was feeling crazy. So many things were running through my mind. Most of them were one question, “Could I do this?” that phrase impulsively had been there since I had gotten on the ski lift. Even though, had just finished my lesson with my ski instructor I still was unsure about going down a mountain without a sled. I had never ever done this before. Maybe we should go somewhere far, far away. But somewhere in their, I knew that I could do it. I jumped off the ski lift, maybe I wasn't that bad.The second that I turned to go down the slope I felt a thump. I had just landed on the ground, but I wasn’t …show more content…
“What Would happen now?, What would I do?” I questioned. I was almost at the bottom, just one more turn to go. “Yesssss!” I yelled. I was so proud of myself I had done it. The lesson had ended and I had thanked my instructor for teaching me how to ski . When we were getting ready to get off the slope I had a new fresh feeling in my mind a feeling that I could not describe just that it made me feel happy. All those butterflies were still there buzzing around in my stomach ,but now the are saying accomplishment instead of anxiousness, I was really proud of myself for accomplishing something that I have never tried before. For the rest of the night I continued to think about just how much I have evoluted from being my mom's mini me to my own person to being ok with who I was this skiing trip has really changed me. When it was time to eat dinner, I meet my family at the eating lodge. I was so hungry after skiing down that ski slope so many times. Even though I was a little bit disillusioned with how good I was I knew I was proud of myself and that's all that had mattered right now. I just enjoyed every moment of it and I had appreciated every moment of this, I would never forget this
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.
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,
On 3-31-2017 at about 0730 hrs I was westbound on Auburn Way S at the intersections with Dogwood ST SE, when I was alerted via my automatic license plate reader system to a possible stolen vehicle. The system altered to WA/BAW3136, which was stopped at the intersection facing eastbound on Auburn Way S. I advised dispatch of the plate and my location and dispatch confirmed that the vehicle was reported stolen through Olympia PD OCA 2017-01777. I turned my fully marked patrol vehicle around and followed the stolen vehicle as it went north on Dogwood ST SE. After following the vehicle for a short time, I stopped the vehicle at 3035 17th ST SE, which out incident. Other Auburn PD Patrol units arrived in the area and a "high risk" stop was done on the
Snowboarding, one of the hardest snowsport to learn but easy to master, it's also one of the most enjoyable snowsport on the planet. Even though it’s fun, you can really injure yourself if your not careful. In this narrative you’ll witness the pain I had to go through trying to learn snowboarding but also witness me mastering this incredible sport. It was a cool afternoon in the frosty month of January, the time was around 5:30 pm and my dad just dropped me off at Snow Valley hill in his black Mitsubishi Lancer. I took my blueish green Burton Custom snowboard from the back of the car, grabbed my helmet, gloves, jacket and snowpants and went to the bottom of the hill. There I placed my board on the soft snow and put on my gear. I was wearing a blue jacket with dark
As I fell, my stomach lurched in a thrilling, heart pounding way. My brain was screaming, demanding that I grab onto something, anything to slow my fall. My body, however, knew exactly what to do.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
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
A blast of adrenaline charges throughout my body as I experience the initial drop. My body's weight shifts mechanically, cutting the snow in a practiced rhythm. The trail curves abruptly and I advance toward a shaded region of the mountain. Suddenly, my legs chatter violently, scraping against the concealed ice patches that pepper the trail. After overcompensating from a nearly disastrous slip, balance fails and my knees buckle helplessly. In a storm of powder snow and ski equipment, body parts collide with nature. My left hand plows forcefully into ice, cracking painfully at the wrist. For an eternity of 30 seconds, my body somersaults downward, moguls of ice toy with my head and further agonize my broken wrist. Ultimately veering into underbrush and pine trees, my cheeks burn, my broken wrist surging with pain. Standing up confused, I attempt climbing the mountain but lose another 20 feet to the force of gravity.
It takes about an hour to get to this bridge and so on the way up I was a mix of emotions. I wanted to go bridge jumping because it would be exhilarating. However, on the other hand the bridge was 35 feet above the river. I was going through all the scenarios that could happen and my heart was beating out of my chest. Then, finally we got there and I was scared to death.
What do you think about stealing? Is it good? Is it bad? Honestly, I would say it's bad because you never know what the consequences are, do you? I stole something once, something I could never return…
I have always been known to be the clumsy one in my family, with seven broken bones, but I did not expect that one day I could possibly affect someone else with my clumsy abilities, until now. My family was able to go on a beautiful vacation in Key West, during shark week. We all thought that it would be a great idea to go on a jet skiing tour around the island one day. The first half of the tour my sister drove us and it was a nice and smooth ride. Then, it was my turn to control the Jet Ski, which was our very first mistake. Anyone that knows me knows that I am not a great driver, but I do like to go fast. So if you do the math, a bad driver who loves going fast and is very accident prone in the middle of the ocean, you can tell this equation
My story started about a week ago. I was heading to bed early, because I was tired from a long day with plans to wake up a few hours before class to review for a test. As I closed my books for the evening and headed to bed around midnight, little did I know something was going on outside.
When I was around five or six my family took a trip out to California to visit my Grandma and Grandpa. They live in a suburb of San Diego, so having visited them plenty of times before in the always hot and dry weather you could imagine my disbelief when they said we were going to go skiing. So we loaded up the cars and headed for their condo on Mammoth Mountain. The strangest thing that happened on the ride up would have to have been being in the middle of the desert and seeing advertisements for snow chains installments. It seemed like once those signs started popping up we hit snow.
In the haze of the morning I remember reflecting on the adventure-filled summer I had experienced: I traveled to the Upper Peninsula to hike Pictured Rocks, tubed down the Rifle River, spent weekends in Caseville at my grandparents, and hunted boar in Tennessee. There was so much more I had done so it was challenging to remember, plus every weekend I found myself going out to embark on new adventures. Being sober for three years, every year kept on getting better and every year seemed to fill up with more positive activities. I was already planning to attend my first Red Wings game with my brother; we decided to see the opening game against the Sharks. The next thing I prepared to cross off of my bucket list was snowboarding as it had been my dream since I was a kid. My mind trotted further into the past when I used drugs and I missed those times because I did not have a care in the world. The thoughts of all of the responsibilities I held upon my shoulders lead me to be tempted to go back to how my life used to be years ago. I shook my head and reminded myself that my past life was more depressing than it had been fun and this was the time to continue to tackle my