Personal Narrative: My Skiing

The first time I’ve ever gone snowboarding at a resort was a lifechanging experience for me. It was the time when I decided that this sport is going to be what I’m going to do, I’ve always wanted to go snowboarding before. I love everything about this sport/hobby. I’ve always loved snowboarding but I’ve never actually pursued it because nobody would help me pursue the sport. Snowboarding inspires me to be better, do better, and live better.

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

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.

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.

The condensed snow under my feet was crushed with every step. The snow was around four inches deep, my boots made a large enough indent, that I made a noticeable trail of holes with every step. The sun had vanished behind a mountain, the sky’s light had gone from an amiable orange, to a mellow blue. I could see outline of the moon between two clouds, and the air’s bite grew colder by the moment. I had taken a detour, past a thin slice of trees near to my neighborhood. Even for a forest, it was a cold, silent place. I used to come out to places like this as a kid, quiet places where I would sit and be alone for hours. I guess I forgot how often that was, but for the moment, I had something else to worry about.

I enjoy doing cross country in the fall of the my school year and track in the spring of my school year. I love running cross country after school because it’s a time I find relaxing and nice to breathe in the fresh air after running 3 miles. It’s also enjoyable to talk and bond with my friend on our 3 mile runs together. In the spring, I love hurdling because I enjoy the feeling of jumping over one obstacle after another. My favorite nonacademic activities are playing tennis and American Sign Language. During my free time, I like to play tennis with my friends, especially during the summer and at Weymouth Club. I also enjoy watching ASL videos on YouTube in my free time and learning how to sign new songs. It’s an awesome hobby I like to do

I first started running Cross Country in 7th grade. I had never run before, so I was on the low end of the team in terms of speed. I got faster as I ran, and could run longer as I increased my endurance. Soon the races commenced.

The sun was beating down on me, sweat was dripping down my face and I was starting to fall apart both mentally and physically. It was actually a beautiful day - no clouds in the sky, a nice breeze, birds chirping. This day was the first day of cross country for me and I was behind everyone else. I was planning on playing soccer, but I did not make the team. That meant I was going to be a whole summer behind in my conditioning, and I was already feeling it. This day was just supposed to be an easy four mile run, yet I had to walk just halfway through it.

Ever since that moment I realized how much I want to help people in distress and possibly save lives. Now I find myself only a few months away from having a cross of my own on my back and helping other people on the mountain. After two years of being told “you're too young and there's no choice but to wait,” so I could get a head start at becoming a member of the decorated Snow Summit Ski Patrol team . While the only thing left to do is pass some the tests, every year I come closer to the patrol family and one step closer to leaving a mark and standing out in our team. For several months I would drive up to Big Bear every other weekend to attend a hands on portion of a first-aid class, while Wednesday's our group would attend a conference call

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.

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 January 20th 2006 was the first time I ever went skiing.I was in a ski group called tiny tigers A ski school at sunshine village. I remember that i didn’t like being in the school part because i just wanted to go skiing.It was funny because after a few weeks my techear told me and my parents that i made it on the bunny hill well i was boncing of the walls when i found out i made it the bunny hill.

Elizabeth looked down the ski slope. It seemed steeper from the top than it did from the bottom. She should have stayed on the bunny slope with the beginers but her brother laughed at her. Elizabeth knew that if she didn't go down the slope, her brother would tease her more. She tipped her skis and started down the hill. She tried to remember how to stop as the trees on the side of the slope went by faster and faster. There was a Mogul, a little hill in the middle of the ski slope, and when Elizabeth went over it, her skis left the snow. She was in mid-air. What if she broke her leg? Her skis hit the snow with a thud. She leaned left and she leaned right. She couldn't believe she was still upright. Elizabeth closed her eyes. When she opened

t was a sunday afternoon after i had gone jet skiing with my friend. It had started raining so we thought we would go eat subway then maybe come back. We had the two jet skis attached to the trailer behind our old, rusty red, rickety car. We also had a water tube attached to the trailer. Which probably wasn’t a good idea. So we were on our way back from the lake, going to subway to get a sandwich. Then the rain just starts raining like the whole ocean is coming out of the sky. It was crazy. Then we looked back to check on the tube and the jet skis. Yeah this is the uh-oh part. We looked back at them and we had the jet skis check, but the tube was gone. Uh-oh. We turned the car around to try and retrace our steps but who knows it could have

On a windy October night, I was in the car going to learn to skate. My dad and I were talking in the car about how the blackhawks played yesterday. They won 3-0. Anyway, when we pulled in I felt a burst of excitement because I realized that I just got a new pair of skates.