Personal Narrative: My Skiing

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.

When I was twelve years old my best friend’s family decided to try snowboarding and skiing for the first time, that’s when I learned my lesson. My best friend at the time was 14, he lived right down the road from my house and his family was my second family for a long time. His name was John, he invited me on the trip as well. We went to my house to ask my parents about the trip five day snowboarding trip. I asked them separately and got two different answers. My dad was all for it, he even offered to pay for everything. My mom on the other hand was worried because it was all the way in Pennsylvania and it was five days away from me . The fact that I had never been on a snowboard or skis in my life didn’t help my argument either. So as the day approached I still hadn't received a direct answer from my mom. So Tim, my friend’s dad went to my house and reassured her that I was in good hands and all that good stuff. When he arrived back at his house he said through my friend’s door “ Get packed we are leaving in two days” and the arrangements were made. On the day of the trip, my dad gave Tim the money for my equipment and such. He also turned to me and handed me my very first 100 dollar bill for whatever I wanted or needed on the trip. My mom handed me a prepaid cell phone and she told me to call her twice a day. I went

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

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.

I am a ski coach at Craigleith Ski Club in Collingwood, Ontario. Last year I was a float coach, so I got to work with about four different teams over the course of the season. Generally, I must be a mentor to all the kids I coach. I always make sure I exhibit lots of energy, have a positive attitude, and am friendly and helpful. I try my best to ensure the kids are comfortable around me yet also respect me.

I have been skiing for the past ten years. For most of these years, I have been skiing recreationally and through lesson groups at Smuggler’s Notch. Since last school year, I joined the Essex High School Alpine Ski Team. Joining EHS Alpine has been an enriching experience for me socially and personally. I have improved my skiing techniques significantly and gained confidence through my practices and competitions. I build friendships with the members of my team and acquainted myself with other skiers from other teams across the state through our practices and competitions. This experience helped me to develop myself socially and personally.

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.

My heart was thumping heavily, as the bus took a turn towards the mountains. I didn’t know why I had agreed, but it was too late to turn back.

Everything had led up to this moment. There were the remaining two finalists at the 2006 Winter Olympic Games, ready to risk it all. I tensed my shoulders, ready to make the final jump that would land me onto the podium. After jumping off the bed and nailing a perfect landing, I was an all American gymnast. I ran toward the makeshift gold medal, a marvelous sight made of a single dollar coin taped to a piece of yard. I looked backwards to see how the other finalist had fared, and every compelling emotion swapped places for a single word: dread. Forty minutes later, we were at JFK’s emergency center, awaiting the results of my brother’s MRI.

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One skill I possess is the ability to snowboard., I have a lot more confidence in my ability to glide down a mountain now because of past failures and fears that I have had to overcome. One example of a fear I have had to overcome is the fear of catching an edge on my board. This fear of an unknown flip caused me to become a really cautious snowboarder. It took me until this year to really start becoming more of an adventurous snowboarder. This included me starting to actually start going for jumps and tricks in the terrain park, which came with a lot of injuries. I also Another thing I started doing differently was changeding up how I went down the mountain. Before I would find myself going slowly making my way to the bottom making sure I

I mentally started to freak out, and i looked for an exit route, there was only one other one besides going down the hill: this hill was connected to the smaller hill. I told my dad I'm going to go to the other hill. He gave me a stern look, and he went down the hill alone. I noticed i might crash if I sled down to the slope shortcut to the other hill, so I took off the base of my skis and left the boot attachments on my boots. One small step at a time, I slowly climbed down the shortcut. It was so irritating and annoying I wondered if this was the best alternative rather than risking it and going down the hill. When I finally got down the hill I thoroughly decided to stick with that one hill. So I kept on enjoying the fast but not fastest speed. Lunch came and I went inside the center and got a bite to eat. Isaac got pizza, and I got some aswell. The pizza didn't taste that good, and I could tell it was very cheaply made, and I questioned why one slice was SO expensive. After we ate lunch and became reorganized, I went back to the hills and went down them a few more times. But then, the accident happened. As I was being hoisted up by the pulley machine everything seemed normal, but when i got to the top of the hill, I noticed I was slipping as I let go of the pulley. I tried to keep my balance, but that only made it worse, the base of my skis interlocked. The head of one ski clasped onto the back of my other ski, twisting my foot backwards in a frightening and unnatural position. The pain was immense and very sharp. I quickly looked at what caused the pain and I saw it. I panicked, and because of the intense pain, I screamed for my dad, who was a couple feet away from me, saw what was wrong, because I usually don't scream in pain like that. In a few seconds, he saw the problem and rush to unlock the base of my skis. He struggles with but eventually unlocks it, and he

When I was skiing in Vermont, I pulled over to get a drink of water on my way down the hill. My dad, my sister, and brother went ahead of me. Because of my ability to ski fast, I could catch up to them. When I began to start again, I pushed down too hard, and the binding on my ski flung off. The mountain was near closing at this point, so I asked a man for help. He did not know how to fix it. I began to panic as the red sunset shone over the endless white snow in a trail through the trees. I started to walk down this endless trail questioning why I ever wanted to go skiing in the first place. I, feeling so many different things, did not know what to do. I only knew to keep on walking down this two-mile trail in my hard, rigid ski boots. I kept

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.