Personal Narrative: The Joy Of Skiing

This was not my first time skiing. However, I was still a beginner. I still like to go with my dad. He was a big help to me in learning. Yes, I took lessons every time I went, although he was an equal help. One of the things he helped me with was how to use the ski poles.

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.

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

Despite enjoying the antics of the little ones, I couldn’t procrastinate much longer. It was time to face the music and meet my cross country ski instructor. I was surprised to feel nervous, after all how difficult could cross country skiing be? For years, I have avidly watched the Olympic Winter Games and the cross country athletes appear to circumnavigate the course without difficulty. Surely I would be able to kick, stride and glide with the best of them. My fearless instructor Bryon introduced himself to the group and welcomed us to our session. With a calm confidence he assured us that we would love our new sport and be tackling the trails in no time. Hesitantly, I followed Bryan and within seconds I was on the ground doing a fantastic Bambi impersonation. This was trickier than it

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.

Ski Patrol rode up with us coincidentally. When we got of i immediately fell, I wasn't used to riding with only one foot in. About 5 more rides later my brother was ready to ride the lift with me and my friend. I never really found out the kids name I just called him dude and stuff like that, Normal stuff 10 year olds call each other. The third day was really fun, my friend didn't come because he got hurt at the end of the second day. My mom wanted to be able to talk to us while we were on the mountain, so she bought walkie-talkies and earbuds that had microphones on it so that we could talk to each other and me and my brother could tell each other if we got separated or lost. This happened one time he went up the wrong lift without me and i had to find him on my way down. We were getting really good for our first time. We started trying the blues and were going pretty slow. At the end of the weekend it was time to go home. At 4:00 the lifts shut down and we changed into comfortable clothes and drove home. The next morning I was really sore and bruised up from all the falls. We later went back to another resort named Cataloochee. This time I took a friend by the name of

But back to the problem at hand, I was sitting in the snow, half strapped into my snowboard, trying to remember how to even stand up without absolutely eating it from how slippery the board is on the snow. After a few embarrassing runs down a small hill next to the lift, I realized that I definitely needed a short lesson with an instructor to refresh my memory. Luckily, since April isn’t exactly a popular time to go snowboarding, there were plenty of instructors open for a short 1 hour lesson. There was a lot of falling involved, and I realized pretty quickly how dumb it was of me to not wear waterproof clothing. A little over an hour later, the instructor and I reached the bottom of the last run we had time for, and I was freezing cold and

One month ago was the second time I had ever been snowboarding. The first time was nothing special. I merely taught myself how to repeatedly fall until your legs and hands are so cold you feel like one of your fingers could snap off at any moment. I would prefer not to recall that memory. The latter was the more enjoyable of the two and during this time I really began to understand the principles of this painfully limb-numbing sport. Each time I fell it was as if a teacher from the not-so-glorious years of the twentieth century had slapped a ruler against the top of my hand. It hurt a lot but after my proverbial hand had an imprint of inches one and two, I was finally able to piece together where I had went wrong in my inept technique. I corrected

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.

The first thing I have to mention about this course is the distance, I had expected it to be just about exactly 5K and maybe up the ski mountain one time, but I found out right away before the wave started it was more like 10K and we would go up the entire ski mountain three times.

It wasn’t until my sophomore year of high school when I was no longer playing hockey that I saw a real opportunity to pursue snowboarding. Our school had recently created a snowboarding team (formally known as “Boardercross”) that had experienced much success in their limit sample size. During that season, two of the members ranked in the top ten riders in the country. The idea of riding out to the local ski hills with my classmates several days a week and snowboarding for hours on end was just too tempting to turn down.

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

Around seven years ago, my family and I would always go to Colorado. Most of the time we went with another family or we brought some of our friends, and that year we went with another family, the Egan’s. We were having a great time just like the multiple times before, and we were eating meals, playing ping pong, watching Forest Gump or Pokemon, and we skied. I had some experience skiing, but Aidan, my friend, had never really skied before.

There are few things as awe-inspiring as the majesty and grandeur of nature. Getting out and skiing, you'll be enthralled with how free you feel. 4. Learning to ski is a source of intense fun. The saying "all work and no play" may be trite but true, so getting out and skiing either alone for the sport or with friends is a great source of fun.

Soon instead of jumping on boulders it turned into sliding on pebbles. Right when the leaders saw this they got the group together to talk about strategies of climbing this rock. “Alright guys this is a really important tip to climbing up this mountain” Mr. Daniels explained. “You guys need to look up the mountain and plan out a route to the top. Remember. That middle passage is super slippery so try to avoid this area while you climb. Sometimes it’s better for you to get on your hands and knees to climb on most parts. Good luck” Mr. Daniels chuckled as he finished his