I was 8 years old and my dad was driving me to Cascade Mountain to go skiing for the first time. I couldn’t wait to get there and start skiing down the hill! “First, we have to go to the rental place to get your skis, boots, and poles and then we can start skiing,” my dad explained. We got to the rental place to try my ski boots on, but I realized that they were too tight on me. “They’re supposed to be tight so you don’t fall out of your boots.” my dad said. When I found boots that fit me, my dad found some poles that looked cool and he took my boots and poles to the workers and they started measuring the boots. Then, they found some skis for me and started sliding this thing on the skis to the right measurement and when they were done, they said we could start skiing. …show more content…
I got my skis on and we went on the moving carpet lift. When we got to the top, my dad told me how to do the “pizza” on my skis by pointing my toes toward each other if I ever needed to stop. He also taught me how to turn by leaning my body one way or the other. I skied down the hill and I didn’t fall at all! I felt that this hill was too easy and short so my dad took me to another hill called The Bunny. There was an actual ski lift there so my dad had to carry me on the moving chair so I didn’t fall off. When we got off then I pushed myself down the hill and as I went down, an exhilarating feeling rushed through me and I could feel the wind through my hair. “That was fun!” I exclaimed. “I’m glad you think so” my dad replied. We went on the Bunny hill a lot after
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
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
That thing was probably the most horrible thing I have ever seen. I have never been in contact with such a space consuming thing. It moved with a lack of elegance and fluidity. Snowboarders are probably the most annoying people on the earth. Don’t we have enough board related sports? Who had even invented the art of snowboarding? I had first learned to ski at the age of six, and had never even thought of learning how to snowboard. I was even annoyed at other snowboarder’s presence on the slopes and their laid back way of life. All I knew was skiing, and I loved it. When I asked my family what they thought about my skiing they said that I had a certain unique touch to it. Ever since I had learned how to ski, I had just wanted to get better and I was
80 countries have some form of ski area. Also, for the past 4 years skier visits have been estimated at around 400 million. Alpine, Cross-country and telemark are all types of skiing and at least one of them is likely to interest anyone.
As a little girl, I was always known as the child who gets hurt almost all the time. I could never escape an injury even if my life depended on it. There was one incident that occurred that my parents and I still disagree on till this day. It all started one day when my brother and I were playing in our room after a long day at our uncle’s house for a family gathering. After playing for a while, my brother and I decided we both would like something sweet to eat, so we went to ask our mother for some ice cream. When our mother said we could get some, my brother and I jumped for joy and I went to retrieve the sweet substance. I was so excited about getting ice cream that I ran down the stairs to go get it. My journey down the stairs was not the easiest and ended in a lot of ...
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
Four-wheeler riding with a part of my family, I realized how crazy my dad could be. Leaving the others behind, my cousin Brittany and I hurried through the woods trying to compete with my dad. When I finally caught up with my dad, my four wheeler came to a complete stop. My dad instructed me to let my cousin drive my four-wheeler and ride with him. When I climbed onto the four-wheeler with my dad, we waited for my mom and sister to catch up. Then we raced through the mud with my mom and sister trailing us, my dad stopped and did doughnuts in the mud getting mud all over
The second day after a campfire and good night sleep I started to get more comfortable. I had gone on one blue but I still wasn’t ready for a harder one.“I’m still not ready”, I said. “That's okay you will get there.” My mom had said. Every day we got up early to get out early. I had fallen over 200 times. I was frustrated by the freezing cold snow and the snow blowers making it unable to see through my goggles. At least the snow was slushy from the sun. I felt ready 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.
When I came inside I was so cold that I felt like a ice cube so my mom made me some hot chocolate. The hot chocolate was steaming hot! I had to wait for 8 mins, but it was worth it because it was so tasty and warm. My mom then told me that dinner was done. When I had smelt the delicious dinner mom made, my stomach had roared with hunger and I swear everyone heard it. We had a giant turkey, some mashed potatoes, and mac cheese it was the perfect family dinner, so delicious. When dinner was done, my mom said I had to lay down for school tomorrow so I leaped in my warm, cozy bed and put the covers over me and my mom said “Goodnight.” Man, today just seemed to fly by so quickly with all the excitement I had. As i drifted off to sleep all i could think about was how much fun my day was and I wish every week we had a snow
The midnight blue car pulled into the parking lot of a theme park named Busch Gardens. I looked up and saw the clouds, a light grey. Lower I could watch the huge purple roller coaster and hear the screams of people going down. I walked in with my family and saw the gigantic clock in the middle of the section. We kept going as screams of fear and delight came from every angle. We stopped in front of the roller coaster Loch Ness Monster.
Photo five: My cross country uniform sticks out against the scenery. This photo brings a smile to my face as I remember all of the laughs I’ve had during cross country. This pieces strength results from the amount of heart I injected. I was able to add a specific story that helped support my ideas so it wasn’t just a proclamation.
I was the first person to ski off of the chairlift that day; arriving at the summit of the Blackcomb Mountain, nestled in the heart of Whistler, Canada. It was the type of day when the clouds seemed to blanket the sky, leaving no clue that the sun, with its powerful light, even existed anymore. It was not snowing, but judging by the moist, musty, stale scent in the air, I realized it would be only a short time before the white flakes overtook the mountain. As I prepared myself to make the first run, I took a moment to appreciate my surroundings. Somehow things seemed much different up here. The wind, nonexistent at the bottom, began to gust. Its cold bite found my nose and froze my toes. Its quick and sudden swirling movement kicked loose snow into my face, forcing me to zip my jacket over my chin. It is strange how the gray clouds, which seemed so far above me at the bottom, really did not appear that high anymore. As I gazed out over the landscape, the city below seemed unrecognizable. The enormous buildings which I had driven past earlier looked like dollhouses a child migh...
I almost fell off a cliff on the side of a mountain. I was in Pitkin, Colorado, on a camping trip during the summer of 2009. The trees were green, the air was fresh so were the lakes, rivers, and ponds were stocked with fish and wildlife was everywhere. Usually, on these camping trips, I would be accompanied by a large number of people. However, this time, it was just my parents, my three brothers, and my two sisters. I was almost 12 years old at the time and having three older brothers made me very competitive. Naturally, when my family decided to climb one of the mountain’s which were around us, I wanted to be the first one to reach its peak.
One year for my parent’s anniversary, they decided to go out of town on a small vacation and leave my sisters and I home with Grammy. One afternoon we tried coming up with something for us to do, so I had suggested sliding down the foyer stairs while inside a sleeping bag. Of course everyone loved the idea and wanted to try it out, including Grammy. As we walked up the steps, the anticipation began to build and I became filled with eagerness. Since I had suggested the idea, I got to go first so I set myself up on the steps. Between counting down from five to one and sliding down the steps at the speed of light, I had already hit the bottom before I could blink. I had then brought the sleeping bag back up to the top for Grammy to go next. I could tell her nervousness set in a bit, but nothing was going to stop her from sliding down those stairs with us. We slowly counted backwards to one and she took off flying down the stairs faster than we had counted down her departure. As Grammy came to the last couple of stairs, she had realized that the sleeping bag slowing down could not be an option no matter how much she tried to stop it. Within a second, she had landed at the bottom of the steps and flew directly into the front door. My sisters and I all stopped and stared for a second or two to collect what had just happened, but before we could say anything Grammy rolled over on her back and began to laugh