Personal Narrative: When I Skied Down The Hills

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.

It was a seemingly ordinary California night—warm and peaceful— as I turned a corner and walked down a street of makeshift tents, the only place hundreds of men, women, and children could call their homes. The smell of alcohol and trash was overpowering. Used needles and garbage were everywhere. People picked through the trash searching for anything that could keep them alive. The street was eerily quiet as everyone kept to themselves. These people were suffering, and I could not bear to watch any longer.

After a lot of thought, our last ride of the night was going to be one I had been putting off. Tatsu. You’re strapped in by your shoulders and your legs dangle. When we got in line, I wanted to cry. I had heard screams echoing through the starting tunnel. It was our turn. While I strapped myself in, tears started in my eyes. The start was a long uphill (isn’t it always?). The downhill lead to a HUGE loop. I started screaming but my mouth immediately became dry and my throat scratched by the wind. The rest of the ride was pitch black. Finally, it ended. I sprinted off, grabbed my bag, and again yelled,” THAT WAS AWESOME!” This time was friends didn’t laugh, but they rubbed their necks and complained about the

Last year I started a new sport, cross country. I only did it because my lacrosse coach said that it might help me get better for lacrosse. So I went to the first late summer practice last year to see what this was like, so then we did warm-ups and a lap around the track. Then it was the first time I met coach Chase, My first impression of him was going to be very strict, But soon realized that this was false because of one of the first things he said. He said “I know there are a lot of nerves here right now, but cross country isn’t about winning every race, that comes later” then continued with “Cross country is about showing what you can do to yourself.” This struck me very hard because I was not that fast and was near the back. Through that fall the team did very well, I also made some progress myself. After the season was over I made a decision.

Throughout the active school year, I take part in cross country, track and basketball. I also played volleyball for a year, but I decided to concentrate on my main passion, cross country, instead of dividing my time and attention into two sports at the same time. I have been running cross country ever since I was old enough to run in the munchkin races. The sport has been passed down through the family, almost every single one of my siblings have run or at least tried it. In track, I have ran the mile and two mile since the seventh grade. These last couple years I joined into the long distance relays. In 2016, the first year we decided to start a relay it consisted of my sister, Victoria, Tristen Ness, and Sammy Swanson. The first time we ran

Cross Country is one of the hardest sports out there. That may be a biased opinion, but in my experience it is true. Only certain people are willing to put themselves through such physical and mental pain for a race that is less than 30 minutes. I am a very driven person. When I want to do something, I set a goal and I work towards it until I have achieved it. That’s why cross country is such a satisfying sport for me. It’s hard--harder than anything I’ve ever done--but it’s so much more rewarding when you look back and see how much progress you’ve made. Cross country may seem like an individual sport, and it can be, but to succeed, you need your whole team’s effort. I have learned that not everyone is as driven as I am. Few people are willing to put in the hard work in practice to do well at meets.

It was October 2016 of my junior year, right in the heart of the Cross Country season. Cross Country was fun and team was doing great, but I was looking forward to the upcoming winter track season. High jump is where it is at and that is where I wanted to be and then it happened… I went down and my ankle was caught underneath me and twisted. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I was hurt. I was on the ground, in pain as other racers passed me. I was able to get to the finish it wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t fast, but I did it.

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.

We finally reached our destination which felt like hiking the Appalachian Trail. We took a deep breath and scrabbled straight towards the bread aisle. Unfortunately, they ran out of Sunbeam bread, so we were forced to get the bread that made my organs to come out. Whole wheat bread!

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 all started on one hot summer day riding in the Jeep with the whole family, windows were down and laughter was floating freely through the air. I can still remember it like it was yesterday; the temperature was about 87 degrees and the humidity wasn’t bad at all. As we were driving down the road, the top down on the Jeep and the radio playing as loud as it could go, my favorite song came on the radio, “Ride the Wind” by Poison. It is so amazing and it always helps when that right songs comes on the radio which sets the mood for the rest of the day. We even had our 6 year old dog with us. He’s always content with his head sticking out the back glass and his ears flopping in the warm breeze.

The the darkness of the black night seeps through the walls of my house, engulfing the hallway to my parents room in shadow. I walk tentatively, towards the open door, a tension and sense of anxiety building in my chest because I know that what I am about to say will invoke anger from my Father. “We can’t go skiing” I blurt out, explaining to my parents that I have a midterm next Thursday in AP U.S History so I can not go on the family skiing trip that had been planned for over a month. My father’s frustration becomes apparent to me, his sharply voice raising, his tone becoming stern and his brows furrowing.

I got out of the car and I saw trees covered in white snow. When I smelled out of the car it was cold. It was like christmas, just that there were no decorations. It looked awesome and fun. The mountains were big and snowy. I Saw a rabbit and sled racer .I heard snow fall and it was loud. I heard wolves howling. I touched snow and it felt like ice. I tasted the snow and it was

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.

I am good at shooting I have done it since I was little. I am part of the city rifle league and have been champion 3 years in a row. I also like to hunt anything if it flies it dies. I also like to fish just about anything also. I like to do anything outside. I love to work doesn't matter what as long as it puts money in my pocket. Snowmobiling is like life I always ride all winter