Personal Narrative: The Big Day

 Morrison takes great detail in describing which shoes each member of the family wears while ice skating.  Sethe says, “We’ll take turns.  Two skates on one; one skate on one; and shoe slide for the other” (Morrison 174).

Throughout time, the progression and evolution of snowboarding has increased greatly. It has gone from non existence in the late 1970’s, to one of the most watched action sports in a matter of thirty-five years. The upward takeoff and popularity of snowboarding relies on two people, Jake Burton and Shaun White. Jake Burton back in 1977 had the vision for what snowboarding would be, but Shaun White had what it took to manifest that vision. Evidence has shown that time brings change in sports, history has repeated itself with snowboarding, this history reflects the time & changes that has occurred in America.

Pulling the hand warmers out of my coat pocket, I tore off the wrapper, shook them, and stuck them inside my gloves as I slid them on and began to make my way down, what I thought was our driveway, towards the sidewalk with the dog sled dragging alongside my footsteps collecting the top layer of the powdery white flakes as the loud crunching of snow being packed down with every step I took filled my ears. Finally I reached a long narrow ice kissed sidewalk, the once cold, wet burdensome boots I had on become as light as a feather as I skated along the frozen pathway. A treacherous climb up the long, steep staircase covered in slush leading to the top of the sled hill laid before me. Unfortunately this was the only way up, so I began my hike, only to be disturbed by the cool chilly winds. At last,

room and told me to put my shoes and coat on. Instinctively, I went to

We donned our brand new matching pink fur boots and our warmest jackets and ventured into the white wonderland that awaited us. About an hour into our escapade, we encountered a large icy puddle right in front of the horse stable. Alana jumped on the ice which broke with a satisfying *crunch*. I giggled joyfully and

He glances over at the alarm clock at his bedside and groans. Eight in the morning. Too early for this. Too early to be awake.

I was so Jealous, my father wouldn't let me go. So I grabbed a saucer and went down the hill my realised I had left and chased me down. I thought it was when we got back to the top I grabbed my sled.

"Ouch! Oh! Ow!" and many other things I said as I crashed down one stair after another, after

As I walked into the frosty indoor ice rink, the smell of cool, crisp ice filled my lungs with glee as I was very ecstatic to be there with my family. I received my ice skating shoes and I was unsure that I would be able to stand on the shoes because of the sharp, piercing end of the shoe that was used to glide on the ice. We established a spot to relax and put our shoes on as we watched the other skaters glide on the ice. After I struggled to put my shoes on I was ready to start ice skating! I obtained my first few steps onto the ice and realized that is was going to be harder than I had imagined.

“Come on you need to hit it sometime,” said Cole. We all were ready and started to snowboard now.

snowing.” I jumped out of my bed and put on my snow gear. I was so excited that I ran faster

As the glistening rays of the sun reflects its aureate light on the fresh coat of snow, a different breed of winter lovers awake. The smell of bacon sizzling on an iron skillet masks the air awaking all throughout the small cabin. As we gather around the old wooden table, smiles inform each other about what is about to happen. As we all bundle up for the frigid temperatures of the north, no one is afraid to suffer in the colder temps to look better than the others. The stiff molded boots form around my soft, delicate feet providing protection from any injury that may occur. In the act of zipping up our jackets, a feeling of excitement stimulates the atmosphere.

Glancing down at my skates, I groaned. Of all the beginner mistakes! I had forgotten to take off my skate guards! Without the edge of my blades to grab the ice, my skates had slipped out from under me, leaving me splattered on the ice. I sighed. I’d thought I was ready, but now, I was feeling jarred and discouraged.

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!

It requires a lot of arm strength to ski across a flat blanket of snow. By the time Casey and I got to the front of the ski lift line our arms felt like noodles and we were breathing heavily. A tall, intimidating man wearing a snowboarding jacket and some black gloves was in control of the lift. He told us in a deep voice to come forward onto a snow covered red line and wait for a chairlift. Casey and I did as he asked and stood next to the line. The chairlift came quickly behind us, forcing us to sit down and eventually lifting us up into the air.