How Snowboarding Changed My Life

The best thing to ever happen to me was when my parents forced me to join the Loon Mountain X Team. I was an adolescent 8th grader living in the cozy coastal town of Cohasset Massachusetts, knowing that my time in New England, which began when I was three, would soon come to an end as a daunting move to Texas loomed overhead. I knew I wanted to make the most of my 8th grade year, but as the dead leaves dropped from the trees, the idea of my faraway move to Texas ripping me from my home, family, and friends whom I’ve known for the past ten years of my life, sent me into a depression during that fall. However, I still had something to look forward to, skiing. I had been skiing on and off since I was five, and for the past two years, my family

If you prefer outdoor workouts, winter can be a difficult time of the year. By the time you get home from work, it's dark outside and you must resign yourself to running or walking on slushy streets. However, there is an alternative way to get a better workout away from roads and traffic. If you have nearby parks, public lands, or trail systems that you normally hike in the warmer months, you can also enjoy them in the winter with a pair of snowshoes and a headlamp. If you live in an urban area, there's a good chance that it has a number of small cross-country ski centers open at night that also allow snowshoeing.

One time when I was around the age of 9, I tried out the snowboard for the first time at Rokkosan Snow Park with my family and I was very very scared. It was a very totally different experience from when I did ski when I was 7. For ski I didn’t fall that often because it was way much easier but when I changed to snowboard, everything changed dramatically. I fell to my knees a lot until I felt the pain of having several bruises but I kept on going on. It hurt and I felt the freezing white layer of snow touch the bare skin of my face but I kept on going. As time passed by, I was enjoying it. I had already been able to get used to it and I was able to do tricks while sliding across the smooth surface of the snow. I did many tricks and it felt

I have always have begun interested in snowboarding. It amazed me how the snowboarders glides down the hill so fast. Keeping their balance and not fall over into tumbling heap of snow, and how they stopped all of a sudden. It was my first year at the ski resort. I was so nervous my heart was beating out of my chest like a woodpecker beating on wood. It was the most exciting event of my life.

After taking a break from snowboarding for a year, I gave it a try again. Somehow, to my astonishment, I was able to snowboard without falling down. It was as if my mind and body had been practicing the entire year; somehow I was carving the slopes and going down black diamond trails. I haven’t mastered snowboarding yet, but I sure am enjoying the lessons.

Tubing is also really fun. I just like when you are cruising on the water taking in the amazing waves. Also when you hit a really big wave you fly in the air. If you have a dad like mine you will

Snowboarding is an activity where an individual descends down a snow covered hill standing on a snowboard which is attached to the individual’s feet. Snowboarding has become a big sport around the world. It is an Olympic and Paralympic sport. Snowboarding was developed in the United states based on the recreational activities skateboarding, surfing, and sledding. You can slide off of snow filled jumps and do flips and you can also slide down metal pipes to do twists. It can become a very intriguing sport to watch and to become an expert at. The inventors of the snowboard narrowed it down to a small board that is about three to four feet in length and attaches to special boots you wear on your feet. I interviewed Cole Dimeglio on the sport of snowboarding, he taught me how he has been enculturated into this sport growing up.

It was a long drive. Or at least, that’s what it felt like. As the rickety minivan rumbled down the concrete road, the air was deathly silent. Returning to our home along the Norfolk highway. No one spoke, for nor my sister, father, or I had seen it coming. No more than a minute earlier, my dad had received the phone call that I would be taking a ten day field trip. But this was not any ordinary trip. It was a trip to CHKD.

Tye screamed as the blue football fell from her head, and onto the ground. “I’m so sorry” said a male voice,and one unfamiliar one. Tye looked down at the concrete that looked like it had been paved one day ago. “It’s just fine” she said faintly, and started making her way to the entrance of RiverDale middle school. The hallways were crowded it was no where near close to the elementary atmosphere, as Tye looked up at the clock it read 6:55. She only had five minutes to get to class Tye thought as she got to crumpled schedule out from her backpack,and began to walk it fell to her attention that it was rush time. Voices faded and it was just the movement of people trying to get to their homeroom. “I don't want to get trampled” Tye thought as she slipped into the bathroom and waited

When I was six years old, I loved skiing as fast as I could down a mountain. My mother encouraged me to pursue skiing because I was pigeon-toed, and she felt parallel skiing would help correct my condition. Though my mother passed away when I was nine, I continued to practice parallel skiing until I was fourteen, when I finally mastered it. The happiness I felt after overcoming my physical challenge has inspired me as both a skier and a student.

Have you ever skied down snow-covered slopes? Ever felt the rush of cold air in your face? If you have, you would understand the exhilaration and thrill of skiing. No matter how many times I slide down glistening white mountainsides I will never lose that feeling of joy and a little hint of fear.

The shoes screeching against the waxed floor on a basketball court, the ref’s whistle as someone make a foul, the crowd screams as someone makes a basket. The anxiety everyone gets as someone makes the winning basket. Basketball has always had this interesting spark, like when you get married and you know he’s the one. Well, basketball is the one for me. Basketball you get work as a team, get good exercise, and have fun while doing it. When I was little I had always showed an interest for sports, but as I progressed in the years my love for sports went to basketball. Snowboarding is by far my favorite winter activity. Snowboarding down the mountains, getting off the lift, getting a cool board, and having comfy boots. These are all what come in the package when you sign up for snowboarding. When I was little my family and I skied. As they went from okay to amazing, I went from okay to terrible. I fell behind and started to struggle. While they went down green and blue slopes, I would go down the bunny slopes with my mom. Sometimes I would go down green, but it was hard for me. That’s when my family noticed and decided to enroll me in a ski school. As I got better and better, my love for skii got worse. I did

When Sherman Poppen strapped a couple of skis together and created the first snowboard for his daughters back in 1965, few knew it would take off like gangbusters. It started simply with an experiment on a sand dune near Lake Michigan. His wife named the intervention a snurfer after combining the words snow and surfer. Since then, snowboarding has become a major sport. In fact, it is now an Olympic event.

Looking out the window to see the night, with a snowboarding eve video on the television, a cup of hot chocolate in hand with jitters running up and down the spine. Anxiety with a side of apprehension or excitement is in the air. Checklists aside the bed covered with snowboarding clothes and equipment ready for the exhausting day of snowboarding that is upon us the next. Buddies together again for opening day on the mountain with stories being told and reminiscing about the past years of marking up the side of a mountain as brothers rather than buds. Falling asleep to dreams that are beyond wild and images of untouched snow pack, laughs and cheers happen throughout then all of a sudden, the alarm goes off. Cold inside and out packing up the car to the mountain, wind nipping at

Growing up in colorful Colorado, I have been provided with marvelous opportunities just outside my front door. I am an avid skier and hiker, as I venture my way to the high country whenever I can. Recently my Father and I completed our 30th consecutive month of skiing. This trip taught me the satisfaction and sense of purpose included in being something larger than oneself. In addition, I enjoy hiking 14ers in the summer and playing ice hockey year round.