A Narrative Essay On A Sled

Besides soccer, sledding is something my sister and I love to do on snowy afternoons. We have this amazing hill at our house thats super steep and has lots on turns; its the perfect sledding hill. The only problem with it is that at the end of the hill there is a road. My father didn’t want us sledding on the hill until he could put a fence up to keep us from sliding into the middle of the road.

Running in the snow we began the fight! Each team building a snow fort bigger and better than the other teams. Unfortunately in all of that chaos my team accidentally built our fort in the neighbor's yard! Luckily, we fixed their yard up before they got home. Before we knew it the fight began, and I was the first to get hit. The icy snow hit me right in the face

Speed! That’s all I think about as I head down the slope. The wind blasts in my face as I race down. Suddenly, I swerve out of control; I freak out. My skis fall off and I’m stuck on a snowy hill looking down at a steep slope. Fortunately, my dad skis down and stopped a few a feet away from me. Panicking, I sat down and begin to worry. Yet, my dad eventually straightens me out and shows me how to get back up, we continue skiing.

My friend Ricky shove me right onto the ski lift and before I know it, I’m on top of the slope looking down and I just take a big sigh of fear. So I strap in my right boot and start going and before I know it I feel like I’m going 100 miles an hour but I’m too afraid to stop, so I just try to stop but my right leg won’t let me so I just fall and it feels like I just got hit with a brick. I have to get up, I reason and I’m so hurt, I can hardly even do anything. I finally make the first run, YAY!

As my upper body shifted to the right, everything from my waist and below stayed true to the course, including the ski poles. I ran over the handle of my ski pole, with my stomach. The pole was pushed up into my lower abdomen, propelling me off of the slope entirely, I was airborne. I landed on my back, completely out breath, and dazed to the point I had no recollection of where I was. The next moment was particularly scary for me, all I can recall was the ringing of a whistle in my ear, and the red lights flashing from the ski patrols snowmobiles. Unsure of any injuries, the ski patrol had braced my back and neck, strapped me to a board, and began to tow me down the mountain.

London characterizes the three Americans, Hal, Charles, and Mercedes, as inexperienced dog sled riders, which caused them and thirteen dogs to die. This is because, one, the way they packed the sled. They had overpacked the sled with items that they didn’t need. For example, they packed a tent that they didn’t need because it was spring and warmer outside, they packed canned food which would put more weight on the sled, plates, silverware, and too many clothes. In addition to overpacking, they did not pack the sled well. When the dogs would get going fast and come to a turn, the sled would tip over and the items inside would spill out because it was poorly packed in. The three also were showed how they were inexperienced because of having fourteen

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away. By that I mean about an hour or two drive from visalia. When I was eight and my brother four. We had gone tobogganing with our family. The snow was glistening white and quite untouched by any other people for there was no lemon flavored snow.

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 too fast and dangerous. I fell several times before making it to the bottom and started having doubts about whether I’d ever be able to really enjoy the sport. By the end of the first day, however, I was not only flying down the family trail but was going down black diamond trails with just a little nervousness.

On the first day of the trip we slept in pretty late because we traveled all day the day before to get to the cabin. When we woke up that morning the ground was covered in a sheet of white snow. The snow just got thicker has the day went on. It

A few years back, when we had a pretty goof snowfall, my sister and I was on our way home. We had talked earlier that day about jumping out of cars and things of that nature. Stunt doubles made everything look so easy. I was overconfident and very certain I could accomplish this. As we approached the driveway, I told her that I was going to achieve this goal. She begun to ease down the drive. I was most certain that the snow would feel like I was throwing myself on to a very cold cloud. I unlocked the door anxiously, grabbed ahold of the car about to thrust myself out of the vehicle. I soon realized that I was being pushed by my sister. The reason I think she did such a thing was because she didn’t think I would jump. That experience didn’t

I had only two groups ahead of me and then it was my turn to take the lift. As the others ahead got on, I examined the way they mounted the seat. As each seat took off, they would walk up behind it as another seat, without stopping, would scoop them up from behind. Now it was my turn. When the group ahead of me got carried away, I moved up quickly so the seat coming from behind me wouldn’t knock me down. As I watched the seat draw near I noticed there were no seatbelts! How stupid of me. Of course there wouldn’t be seatbelts. Once you finally get to the top, you have to get off quickly otherwise you’ll miss your chance and the lift will take you back down. It was too late now, the seat was right behind me. As it grabbed me from behind, I could feel my board and legs begin to drag across the floor. When I lost contact with the earth, I clung to the side railing as tightly as I could. Every second that passed took me higher and higher. The cable suspending my seat bounced up and down as more passengers were added to the weight of the lift. I looked down and realized I was already about twenty feet in the air. The gravity pulling down on the snowboard attached to my foot felt as if a demon, whose name was Acrophobia, was dragging me down to the depths of

Moreover, not bailing out left me holding onto the sled as it made a sharp turn towards the bus thrusting me against it. My head smacked against the metal hub cap causing instant pain to spread throughout the right side of my head. All I remember was my dad squatting next to me making sure I was okay before ushering me and my brother into the

Thunder cracked across the sky, which at that point was not good. We had just started baling square bales and if they got rained on that wouldn't be good. They aren't small bales either they're around 850 pounds. I hopped in the skid loader and realized that it had the bucket on it. So I pulled it around the corner to get the pallet forks on it (which also work very well for picking up large bales). I took the bucket off at the pull of two levers and put the pallet forks on at the push of the same two levers. I took off to go get started picking up the bales, but as you probably already know skid loaders don't go very fast.

All of us ended up arguing about it how we would go down it all together or one at time? Eventually we decided that we would all go at one at a time we jokingly said just in case one of almost dies we can get to them a lot quicker. My friend Josh goes first he made it all the way down and gave me the okay signal that i could go now. When i started making my way down it felt amazing the wind blowing in my air,how everything passed by me in a blur and that feeling of adrenaline, i honestly believed i could do anything well i was wrong. My Longboard started to wobble and i immediately panicked, I was going to fast to slow myself down. so i tried to jump into a grassy area, but that did not work out the way i planned considering i slammed into a brick mailbox Going easily past 21 mph. i don’t remember much about what happened afterwards. I remember being winded i could hardly breath and i couldn’t move i saw blood coming down from the side of my head going onto the concrete floor. The last thing i saw was my friend Noah running from the top of the hill towards me and my vision turning into a blurry

It was early spring in New Conway, yet there was snow. We aren’t used to snow as much in Missouri, but out there in New Conway, it was a winter wonderland every single day. The small grains of snow sparkled in the bright, gleaming sun. My family, laced up their laces and clomped out the doors with their enormous long and somewhat heavy feet.