Personal Narrative On Skiing

Omg! I am going to have so much fun snowboarding! Today in my life I am at a super cool place. It’s in the UP and it’s called Ski Brule. It has all the snow hills you could possibly think about. I could never stop imagine me going down the hill and be so proud of me. But hopefully I don’t break any bones in my body. Because I still have basketball in the winter. But after I just took a soft energize nap. Then… We arrived. OM to the G! It was exactly what I imagined. The people gliding through the snow with their cool snowboards and their ski’s.

When I was skating at St. Cloud state. The date it happened was 2015, in fifth grade. I was skating for a school field trip. I was with a few of my friends while it happened.

At the beginning of the day my mom was going to surprise us by bringing us rock climbing. I was with my sisters, and we were on the trampoline. Our mom walks out onto the deck and says “Do any of you want to go rock climbing.”, and we all said “YES”. We jumped in the car and we drove down to St. Cloud State University.

We were waiting in line, I was so scared. Dad said, “Go on the ride it will be fun.” Finally it was our turn when we got on the ride we started going up.¨Are you ready?¨”Dad said. I was not feeling great about doing this. When we hit the top we went straight down everyone was screaming. I was so scared but relieved I did it. The rest of the ride

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

The first time I went snowboarding I was 9 or 10. Me, my mom, my dad, and Lucas drove up to Mars Hill, North Carolina. The place we went was a small resort named Wolf Ridge Ski Resort. Wolf Ridge has 15 trails including one bowl, one black, nine blues, and four greens. The black diamonds are the equivalent to blues in colorado or utah. Since it was my brother and I’s first time we found a rental place the night we got into Mars Hill and rented boots and boards for the very next morning. We were so excited, my brother and I got up super early in our family's hotel room and drove the short 5 min drive up through the mountains. We got there around 7:30 and the lifts started running at 9:00. We had brought skateboard helmets, small jackets almost hoodie

On our way up the mountain, we saw lots of Toucans and monkeys. It was a very bumpy ride. Sometimes the mountain got so steep that I thought we were going to fall backwards. Once we reached the top we got out. The workers helped us put on the harnesses. The woman who worked there jumped on the zip line and went down first so she could be the catcher at the bottom. None of us wanted to go, it looks way to scary. So my dad made Gage go first, he was assisted by another worker as he was too little to go alone. Once we all new that Gage made it safely we did rock paper scissors to see who went next. Ian went and then I went and then my dad went. There were 4 lines, at first we were only going 60 miles per hour, by the time we were on the last one we got up to speeds of 90 miles per hour, the length of the lines was 3 miles. The wind on my face and body actually hurt and it was hard to breath at

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.

Let’s go back to a cold winter day at Shawnee Peak in Bridgeton, Maine. I was discussing my dilemma of what to do for the upcoming sports season with my ski coach. I have been playing softball for the past 12 years, but this year something felt different…I wasn’t interested. The past season was quite rough, getting to the point where I was seriously thinking about quitting the team. I knew I didn’t want to go back to that, but I needed something else to occupy my time. While talking to my ski coach he mentioned playing lacrosse because it was the first year being offered at my school. I quickly responded with “but I don’t want to have to run!”. He assured me that if I was the goalie there would be minimal running. My coach also added that it

Both of our families went to the ski lift, and everyone filled with joy ready to go ski. We started out easy and went on one of the blue square mountains, but then we stepped it up and went on the second easiest black diamond mountain. That was pretty hard even for me and you could tell Aidan was struggling,

Olivia slammed the door to her log cabin in Lake Tahoe, she had seen Brooke in the cabin next to hers. Olivia hated Brooke. Her family had lots of money so she would get everything she wanted. Olivia wanted that necklace she’d always seen Brooke wear since her birthday.

I turned to go uphill into it because I couldn’t slow down. All of a sudden I hit a tiny ice chunk, and double ejected at least 20 feet, did a side flip and a half to the side of my head/shoulder, and as soon as I hit the ground. I heard Cannon say “That was awesome dude… are you okay?” Then Brigham Yelled “Did you get that on video? We could send it to Jerry of The Day!” I was in shock, and freaking out, so I didn’t realize how badly it hurt, and the fact that I got the wind knocked out of me. I was gasping for air, I started telling Cannon that I think I broke my arm. He didn’t believe me, and to be honest, I thought I was overreacting, too. So I tried to sit up, I could barely get my head off the ground, but when I did, my arm just flopped behind my body and put me in the worst pain of my life. I had Cannon go get Ski Patrol. When Ski Patrol finally showed up, everyone started chanting “The sled of shame! You have to sit in the sled of shame!” I had to climb into the sled which was very difficult, when I got in, the man wrapped me up in a bunch of blankets. I rode down to the Ski Patrol shack and had to walk up some stairs which was the most difficult thing I had ever done in my

It was as hot as the sun in Lakeland , Florida that summer morning. Me and my dad were trying out my new roller blades that I got for my 8th birthday. I was super nervous about it all. I was starting to regret it all, when my dad said ,” You can do this!” I told him ,” OK, if you say so “ and we just started strolling around holding each others hands.

I have always wondered what skiing is like. Last winter I decided to go with my youth group on our ski trip. We drove around 6 hours to Wisconsin for a ski trip with my youth group. This would be my first time ever going skiing. It was also my first overnight trip with the youth group. We packed up the trailer, the bus, and the two vans. We headed out 50 of us in all. We arrived at the camp in the evening on Saturday.

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.