I was in a lake house in lake Gaston with my family. With my dad and my brother. My Brother was 17 and my dad was 39. It was a bright sunny day and the lake looked like glass, perfect to go water skiing. My dad, brother, and I decided to go get the boat ready for our trip. We had to get the sunscreen, refreshments, and water skis. Once we all got in the boat, we had to untie the ropes that were tied to the boat and the dock and lead the boat out of the dock without it colliding into the dock.. Once we were out of the dock my dad accelerated out into the lake to find a good location to water ski. Dad asked, “Are you ready to ski?” “Yep,” I said, not very confidently. I watched as the boat skidded over the water and suddenly came to a stop. I sat in the boat as the waves rocked it up and down. I thought, better get this done quick. Dad asked, “alright, who …show more content…
wants to go first?” “I will,” said my brother Zach. I let out a sigh of relief. I watched as my dad got out the slalom ski for my brother. Once Zach put on the ski, he bounded into the water and my dad tossed him the ski rope. Zach grabbed the rope and got into position, with his arms out straight, crunched into a ball and his ski tip out of the water. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road,” said Zach. “Ready?” dad asked. “Ready,” said Zach. Dad pushed down the lever and Zach slowly got out of the water and once he was up me and dad cheered. This is my first time slalom skiing I hope I can accomplish it, I thought. I watched as Zach cut across the wake, but then he got his ski caught under the wake while he was cutting and wiped out. We drove over and Zach got back in the boat and exclaimed, “That was fun!” Dad looked at me and smiled “It’s your turn he said.” I looked back at him and said “I want to slalom ski.
“Ok, let's get you set” he said. He got me set up and I hopped in the water. He passed me the rope and said “good luck.” I got into position, held the rope tight and yelled “Ready!" dad stepped on it, the force of the boat was too much and I let go. The second time I got into position again, determined to get up I yelled “Ready.” This time I put too much pressure on my front foot and fell forwards. The third time I wanted so bad to get up, I yelled “Ready.” I felt the water rushing against my face, the pressure on my back foot, I was up. I leaned back and felt the water rushing against my calf the breeze against my face as I cut across the wake making a huge rooster tail. It was freedom. I felt like I could stay like this forever. I was so overjoyed. I cut too the left, then too the right, but Soon I got exhausted and let go. I exclaimed “I did it!” “Congrats,” said my dad and my brother, “you did it!” I was so content and excited. We headed home to the lake house with a boat full of
happiness. For most of my life I’ve felt like people have always been telling me what to do, what to be. I’ve felt like someone's pawn, but when I skied I felt free, I felt freedom. That’s what I’ve always wanted, freedom. Feeling the water against my calf, the breeze against my face. Speeding across the water. It is Freedom. It almost feels like walking on water. I felt like I wasn’t being controlled anymore. In conclusion, I’ve learned how to be free.
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
I was shooting the bow and asked my dad how i could improve on my skills, so he told me not to look till i hear my arrow hit my target. I had to leave shortly after this because i had to help set up a stand for a friend, I was so happy because he was taking me hunting after. I put my bow in the case and threw the bowcase in the house. I was off with kevin with nothing but a deer stand. We hopped
My uncle saw me and rushed over with his net to help me reel the catfish, we wrestled with the catfish for a couple of seconds before we finally got it on the dock. Whenever I saw the catfish my eyes got wide; it was the albino catfish. I warned my uncle about how special this catfish was to Tim and we try quickly to get the hook out of the catfish’s mouth and get it back in the pond, but before we could Tim came out.
This was my cue to go to the holding chutes because I was up soon. Back there I saw my other friends from Pennsylvania waiting to help push my calf. My dad kept trying to keep me clam, I said I wasn’t nervous but he didn’t believe
So we packed up some cloths and water and started on are bike ride. We were riding on a very muddy and rough trail we found a little creek that two or three people were fishing in so we checked it out and the continued are bike ride. A little further up the trail it was really muddy and my dad wrecked and face planted into the mud and again of course I have to get some pictures of that. My dad got all cleaned up and a little further up the trail there was another creek to fish out of so we tried fishing there for a little bit but we didn't catch anything. So we headed back down the trail and went to the other creek to fish and we caught four good size fish. We packed the fish up and headed back to are camp to clean them and cook
The coat of armor I adorned, made of down feathers and a nylon shell, yielded no protection against the daggers of that cold winter air. As I peered out toward the horizon, I saw nothing but tree tops, and some snow capped mountain tops in the distance. With my feet bound to freshly waxed skis, the only thing stronger than my ski poles was my determination to get down the mountain.
Boom. Breath. Boom. Breath. Each step sounded like a war drum banging in my ears. The harmonious rhythm of my steps consistent with my breath continued on and on as I made my way up the side of the cliff in the middle of these Colorado woods. The sweltering heat was hindering my vision, and I began to feel dizzy. The worst part is, I am all alone.
...The lifeguard yelled, "Keep your hands and your feet together." I sat down on the edge at the very top of the slide, he gave me a hard, fast push and I was off.
It was a day in early March about five years ago. We went to Sugar mountain to practice skiing for our upcoming trip. We were staying for the long weekend. I had just started skiing and had gone to 2 ski lessons already. I was so excited to get to go on a real mountain just like my parents did every weekend as kids since they grew up in Wisconsin and Illinois. I thought about how I would be great at it and would be going on all these black diamonds. But, then I reality came through and I knew it would take practice. I was fascinated by the people sliding down the hill like it was as easy as walking to them. When could I go up the mountain.
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.
I shucked off my sandals as I ran to the beach right where the waves ended. I asked my dad if I could put just my feet in the water and before I knew it I was neck high in the water.
Have you ever had a moment in time that seems like minutes or hours even though it was only a few seconds? Have you ever seen everything before you play out in slow motion, where you are aware of everything around you, yet not knowing what was going on? I have, and as I look back on it, I feel very blessed and protected. On March 21, 1987, I decided to take a little swim in our swimming pool and almost drowned.
One day we went with the family to the pools, it was full. We had found a spot to stay at for the day while we were there. First, my sister Dani decided she wanted to go on the water slide, so my brother went along with her. Once they got to the top of the stairs to go down the slide, my brother went first. The lifeguard said one at a time. Once my brother got to the bottom the the slide the lifeguard told my sister to go down already.
Eventually, the current became a little stronger and the ride a little swifter. My feelings of disappointment slowly vanished and feelings of excitement and exhilaration took their place. As the terrain surrounding us became more rocky and rough, so did the river. It was no longer calm and clear like a mountain lake, but more whi...
The lonely empty silence is overpowered by a wall of foam rushing towards me. Wheels of sand are churning beneath my feet. My golden locks are flattened and hunched over my head to form a thick curtain over my eyes. Light ripples are printed against my olive stomach as the sun beams through the oceans unsteadiness. I look below me and can’t see where the sand bank ends; I look above and realize it’s a long way to the top. Don’t panic Kate, you’ll get through this. I try to paddle to the top but am halted by something severely weighing me down- My board. That’s what got me in this mess in the first place. I can see the floral pattern peeping through the sand that is rapidly crawling over it. I quickly rip apart the Velcro of my foot strap and watch my board float to the surface effortlessly as I attempt climbing through the water to reach the surface. The fin of my board becomes more visible to me as I ascend. Finally, an alleviating sensation blasts through my mouth.