Personal Narrative-First In The Snow

If I was trapped in a snow globe I would play in the snow. I would try to make the best of it. Then, I would try to figure out how to get out. I would bang on the glass. Maybe if I scream the glass would break. No, that wouldn't work I can't scream loud enough. But, if I dig alot I might find a way. Seven hours later……. There is no use. I’m kinda getting hungry and I don't see any food. As I’m trying to get out I see this huge person picks up the globe and starts shaking. I hold onto the tree for dear life while he is shaking the globe. Finally he puts it down. That's the story of when I got stuck in a snow

Snow skiing. The first day learning to ski is rough for almost anyone you ask. The day before my first ski trip, I could not help but wonder. Was I going to fall on my butt? Would I fall flat on my face? Would I make a fool out of myself? These were all questions that I knew I would soon get answers to. I had built up such intense feelings of nervousness and excitement that I could hardly tell the difference. All I wanted was to make it out alive.

Going into the fall 2014 semester, my family was not in a good place financially, and I was not mentally. Our income had been reduced, meaning I had to step up to help my family. This caused my already weakened mental state to become even more strained and took a toll on me physically. I was not able to concentrate on anything at school, work, and home, it was almost in a blur. When I resigned from the fall 2014 semester, I knew it was something that was needed to make sure I stayed healthy, mentally and physically. Two years went by and I found myself in a better place. Going into the fall 2016 semester, I found the perfect balance between studying, work, and home life. In the end I exceeded all the expectations I had set for myself in every

My father drops me off at school on a Saturday morning at 7:00 am with me fully dressed in the brown and turquoise snowsuit my mama had gotten me a few days before. As we pull into the elementary schools parking lot we see a dozen of other kids fully dressed to go on the ski and snowboarding trip like myself. I have never gone skiing before but I'm sure it will be fun, Daddy says that once I learn we can go up to the Bogus ski resort as a family. I say goodbye to my daddy and wish that he would be the one picking me up later that night when we get back but he has to take care of my baby sister Anna since Mama is gone. She won't be gone for long though, because she is coming back home tomorrow or the next day. Whenever the weather is good for

As witnessed in our present day , and in the history of humanity bioethics is something introduced to society. From emerging the practices in medicine and biology. One case that indicated in the the history is the Nazi human experimentation that included the exploratory of medicine on the minority of jews , jehovah witnesses , and other minority groups in which refused to assimilate with the germans .

The smell of popcorn filled the spring air. I was running as fast as I could, there was no stopping me. The pitcher threw the baseball to second base as I started to race to home base. Voices of cheering and screaming of excitement filled my ears, motivating me to run faster. I stared at the catcher with confidence in my eyes, seeing his glove in the air, ready to catch the ball. He was too late, my foot touched the bag before it reached his glove. My best friend Olivia on the team ran over to me and gave me a hard high five. The rest of my team tackled me with joy. Olivia and I are the only girls on the team yet we are some of the best players they have. As we said good game to the other team, a feeling of being watched struck me. I turned my head to see a

It was a chilly Sunday afternoon with blue skies and all the makings for a good day of early season skiing on that fateful November afternoon. The day was winding down, the Broncos had just kicked off, and my friends and I had just leapt off the chairlift to embark on our last run of the day. All was well on the way down, a blur of orange jerseys rushing by as I sped down the mountain making the most of the last run of my day. Upon our final few turns of the afternoon, I found myself in a predicament that would later shape me into the person I am today.

I’m soaring in the sky with the view of pure white mountains below with trees and small bodies of water surrounding the large rocks, I have my landing destination spotted in the distances, a spruce tree, but it will take me over an hour to arrive. I calculated the time it would take me to arrive at my shelter, but the wind is pushing me more and more southwest, making it extremely difficult to know how much time I will have before sundown once I land.

Saying that I was on the snowboarding and had never snowboarded before could be called a “setback”, but that may be an understatement. According to those on the team, it was a “major issue that cannot be resolved”, but for all intents and purposes, I’ll refer to it as a setback.

In the eighties, I was a young police officer and a high-school athletic coach. In the fall, one night during wrestling season I had an experience that would change my life and Worldview forever, that fateful night would change numerous perspectives, perceptions and lives both young and old.

I heard a soft whooshing sound as my skis slid across the soft powdered snow, which glistened in the winter sun. I felt practically no wind and it was the perfect temperature to prevent both slush, all in all the conditions were perfect for a day of skiing with my family. I was accompanied by my mom, uncle, and about 8 cousins. We had all woken up at the crack of dawn and began the hour and a half journey to Mount Sunapee, which for us is the prime skiing location. About eight at the time i had only been skiing for about two years and i was still very weary of my skiing skills and i often fell. Today though was going well, i had not fallen once and i was getting into the groove. I had a few close calls but i began to grow confidence in myself

Listen up side-by-sides, sled’s, and thorn’s are a horrible combination. During winter break I had a fun but scary time sledding.

One morning, I woke up in my room, and pulled up the shades to see the ground covered in several blankets of snow from a snowstorm. I went downstairs, and made my breakfast, a typical bowl of cereal with orange juice and some toast. Before the meal, the length of this storm was my particular interest at the moment, so I looked up the weather. The outlook did not look too convincing to me, so I continued to eat my breakfast that seemingly felt like forever, due to my desire in the length of the storm. I consumed the last bits of toast that were left, and looked outside once again only to see what I saw the first time, thick layers of snow.

When I was 11 years old the most traumatic things in my life happened to me. It was the year of ‘The Big Snow’ and just like every other kid on our street we were going to go to the biggest, baddest hill to sled. The hill was at my friend’s house and my brothers and I always go there to go sledding. However, this time things took a turn for the worst and let’s just say a couple stitches, a new tooth, and some glue to heal my skull I learned to never show off bluntly again.

The soft hissing of the snow complaining under me as I fly down the ski trail is all I can hear. Changing from heel side to toe side and back again on my snowboard I fume silently. How could my parents trust me so little? I am thirteen years old and I know how to snowboard by myself. Why do they always tell me what to do? I continue to fume as I think about the fight I had with my parents. How could they possibly think that I would stay in on a beautiful day like this and miss the foot of powder that freefell from the air onto the mountain last night? It all started when my little sister caught the flu late last night. I wanted to go out snowboarding today but they said they had to watch over her and they didn’t want me to go alone. What the heck, I have a phone for a reason!