Personal Narrative: My Trip To Holiday Valley

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The wall, the steepest hill I have ever seen in my fifteen years of skiing. The slope’s description is in its name. It was not the size that scared me, but rather the pitch. I first saw the hill, as my dad pulled into the town house parking space, in Holiday Valley, NY. I knew the moment I saw the slope that I had to go down it. I had made a promise with myself some time ago, that if anything scared me I would try to do it. Other than a few lessons I taught that year, the trip to Holiday Valley was my first time skiing from tearing my ACL. I tore it the year before, skiing down my home mountain, Hunt Hallow. Before tearing my ACL I had always been a cautious skier, I did not like going very fast, doing jumps nor going down difficult trails.

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