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Ryan , “I can't wait to go skiing with you guys.” “I know” said Matt, “It's gonna be awesome, I can't wait to ski the black diamonds!” “I can't wait to ride the 5 minute ski lift to the top of the slopes!” Graham exclaimed. They all had a locker right next to each other. As the emptied their arms filled with binders they talked about what they were going to do on the long plane ride. Graham said “I could bring a deck of cards or I could bring one of those games that are made for car rides.” “Or I could bring some Mad Libs” Ryan blurted out. They had all finally finish loading their stuff into their lockers then the grabbed their backpacks and walked out of the school doors. They all anxiously waited for their own busses to pull up in the …show more content…
The spring before he had gone to the same resort with his grandparents, sister and mom, but this year he was taking his friends there. It was Friday, the day everyone was out for spring break. They had a 5 hour flight to Denver ahead of them. Then about a 2 hour drive up to the mountains. Today was the day they were traveling cross-country. Their plane from State College to Denver left at 9:30am it was now 6:30 in the morning Graham, Matthew, and Ryan would meet up at the airport at 7:00am. Matthew was there early since 6:45 and had already gotten the three plane tickets for everyone. Graham And Ryan were carpooling to the airport. They arrived there 10 minutes after they left from Graham’s house. Once everyone was there they unloaded their bags from to pick-up truck that Ryan had driven there and headed to security. Once they were at security they were all told to take off their shoes and one by one to walk through the scanner. When they were all through they grabbed their belongings and headed to the gate that their plane was getting ready at. They saw a Auntie Anne's which Ryan loved soft pretzels and had to have a pretzel for the long flight. So they left their stuff in their seats and walked across the crowd into the line. Graham got cinnamon bites, Matthew got regular sticks and Ryan got the original
7 The three started and Lauren was back counting. Tyler and TJ were running 8 off into the woods laughing for no reason. When they stopped, Lauren was on the 9 move to find them. Lauren was working at a good pace trying
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
did not know if their parents were awake looking for them. Time was meaningless because Mike and Joey were determined to find a place to stay for the night. They could see some trees in the distance and those trees seemed to call them there. So they ran over to the trees and found a forest.
Around midnight on the fourth day, the boy and his family members awakened again. This time they went with the family of the house's owner to a bus station where they took the bus going northward. The boy was very happy because he was free at last to play as a normal child again. On the way, everybody was fascinated and hypnotized by the scenery along the road, especially the kids because it was the first time they had left the cosmopolitan city for the countryside.
I approach the rugged mountain, shielding my body from the nasty frost nipping at my exposed skin. The sun ever so lightly peeks over the horizon as I strap on my skis, lightly dusted with a thin layer of fresh snow. Although my body shivers unceasingly, I feel comforted by the surges of adrenaline pumping through my body. I skate briskly toward the ski lift to secure my place as the first person in line. On the slippery leather seats of the lift my mind races, contemplating the many combinations of runs I can chain together before I reach the bottom of the hill. I arrive at the peak of the mountain and begin building up speed. Floating on the soft snow, weaving through the trees and soaring over rocks, I feel as if I am flying. The rush of adrenaline excites me. I feed on it. I thrive on it. I am ski; I live for speed; I am an evolving technique and I hold a firm edge.
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
He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right. Three weeks ago John, twenty-four years old, finished his fourth semester of college.
There are a few things in my life I could use to write a narrative off of, one that could really strike my mind would probably be snowboarding, not even just the aspect of snowboarding but how it is something you have the ability to do to and kind of use it as a coping mechanism, just something that lets you be at peace with yourself and not worry about anything else in the world. If you were to ask a skier or another snowboarder about the feeling I am talking about. The one where you are going up the lift for the first time of the year or even before you are about to have a nice run from the summit where you are just sitting at the top before you go down the mountain and you are just one with yourself and the mountain
They all voted that they should go back. Trevor then said how we are going to get there. Zach said we could go back get a car. Kaden suggested we walk. Grace said it’s too for. Carter said that entire vote to get a car back at the Interstate. That it then in the morning we will go back to get a car. Patrick and Clark volunteered for first shift of guardian the camp. They woke up and got ready for the trip to the interstate. They started walking. Then they hear a loud yell. Carter and Zach run to find zombie eating one of their class mates Cody. Zach goes up and stabs the zombie in the back of the head. Zach walks away and said we need to get moving. Kaden walks up to Cody’s dead body. Shelby starts scream. Patrick runs to see wants wrong. Cody had come back to life and was biting into the back of Kaden calf. Trevor threw his knife hitting the Cody right between the eyes. Trevor says let’s see him come back from that. Kaden is now lying on the ground in pain. Shelby and Grace get a piece of cloth and wrap it around his half. Patrick says we need to kill him he going to come back like Cody. Carter then says you don’t know that. Patrick says how you know
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
Sledding is a childhood experience full of laughter and excitement. From the first time a child is pulled in a sled to the time when they attempt their first crazy sledding feat, wonderful memories are being created. Sometimes these memories blur together like snowflakes in a January wind. Happy memories with forgotten details, but still leading to the same ending; delight. Most of my sledding memories were like this; running through backyards and flying down hills. Sometimes however, memories are not always delightful. One memory in particular fell into that category.
and that everyone would want to know them. Thus the boys decide to go forth and try to find the body. The boys pack their belongings up and all tell their parents that they are sleeping over one of the others house and the next day they are going to the drag races. So they meet up downtown and get ready to embark on their journey. Gordy and Chris meet up together first and Chris shows the .45 pistol that he borrowed from his old man, who was probably too drunk to notice. But while holding Gordy asks if its loaded and Chris tells him it isnt. But when he pulls the trigger it fires. They take off from behind the building where they were. They go to meet the other two guys and set off on their journey.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
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.
Ryan is told of his brother’s death and the mission to bring him home. He is distressed at the loss of his brother, but he does not feel it is fair enough to send him home asking the soldiers who came to rescue him to tell his mother to stay with the only brothers he has left. This caused them to take cover from fire with little support. In the line of duty trying to carry out orders three soldiers were