Personal Narrative-Year Skiing

My friend Ricky shove me right onto the ski lift and before I know it, I’m on top of the slope looking down and I just take a big sigh of fear. So I strap in my right boot and start going and before I know it I feel like I’m going 100 miles an hour but I’m too afraid to stop, so I just try to stop but my right leg won’t let me so I just fall and it feels like I just got hit with a brick. I have to get up, I reason and I’m so hurt, I can hardly even do anything. I finally make the first run, YAY!

It was the aftermath of the Friday night game that I’ve given any signs of an injury, and my family and close ones felt sorrow for me and the following Monday. Throughout my life, peers and elders engraved an image onto me being that sports held a bright future for me, and it will lead to the true path of greatness, and one single injury puts me an aggravating, melancholy rut. Viewing my teammates playing angered me since the injury forced me into a world of therapy for the rest of the season. All the promises I made for myself were undone, athletic scholarships, the path to greatness, and my only school pastime and passion flowed throughout my body and into a pipe dream.

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.

The summer of 2016 was one baseball season that will never escape my mind. Unfortunately, breaking my elbow was the last straw- so I thought. The problem with last summer was I could not stay healthy or happy. That was until my coach came over and flipped my declaration. He pushed me to go back out and encouraged me to play the game of baseball which I admire! My dad was another inspiration for me to achieve my goals I could not stay cheerful and became depressed. It seemed everything became serious. I eventually became determined to get back onto the field. I was never a guy to hit the ball far, and I always joked about hitting my first home run, but that joke became a reality.

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

One time when I was around the age of 9, I tried out the snowboard for the first time at Rokkosan Snow Park with my family and I was very very scared. It was a very totally different experience from when I did ski when I was 7. For ski I didn’t fall that often because it was way much easier but when I changed to snowboard, everything changed dramatically. I fell to my knees a lot until I felt the pain of having several bruises but I kept on going on. It hurt and I felt the freezing white layer of snow touch the bare skin of my face but I kept on going. As time passed by, I was enjoying it. I had already been able to get used to it and I was able to do tricks while sliding across the smooth surface of the snow. I did many tricks and it felt

I have always have begun interested in snowboarding. It amazed me how the snowboarders glides down the hill so fast. Keeping their balance and not fall over into tumbling heap of snow, and how they stopped all of a sudden. It was my first year at the ski resort. I was so nervous my heart was beating out of my chest like a woodpecker beating on wood. It was the most exciting event of my life.

On January 20th 2006 was the first time I ever went skiing.I was in a ski group called tiny tigers A ski school at sunshine village. I remember that i didn’t like being in the school part because i just wanted to go skiing.It was funny because after a few weeks my techear told me and my parents that i made it on the bunny hill well i was boncing of the walls when i found out i made it the bunny hill.

Things don't always come easy the first time you try something! When I started to ski, I had no idea what I was in for. Skiing opened me up to know what the real world gives you.

On July 3rd like any other days we would go cliff jumping or hiking, it was just another day in summer, friends and I went up to semon reservoir in the mountains of Fort Collins. There was a cliff about 35 feet above the water at the moment I didn't think what was about to happen would change my life. My friend Braden yelled,” Hurry and jump off it isn't that bad of a jump.” I was at the top of the cliff not to scared to jump into the water there was a ton of college kids watching cheering me on so I hopped off into the water. Right as I hit the water I knew it was my shoulder that dislocated even worse than the previous two times. One mistake was the reason for it happening was that I did not tuck my arms in, so the impact of the water threw my shoulder out of place. By saying the worst pain I have ever felt in my life was no exaggeration in any way with the constant throbbing and burning pain was too much but i had to deal with it for a 30 minute hike. While Getting my shoes on, the only thing on my mind was the thought of missing out on sports and for the first time I had an anxiety attack of that thought. The only thing I could think of was my season is over for football and basketball which I love very much and was looking forward too all summer but knew it was over for me.

It was a cold day in January and the snow was falling hard. My family had plans to go skiing with my friend Andrew, but then my mom looked out the window. She said “Look at the snow out there. I can barely see the barn!” She began to think we should cancel our plans. My siblings and I begged her to not cancel our skiing plans. Eventually she decided we could risk going despite the weather.

Thud Thud Thud! We were slipping and sliding on the freezing cold ice. And snow was softly coming down. The sledding race was about to start. I was shaking I was so excited.

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.

When I was skiing in Vermont, I pulled over to get a drink of water on my way down the hill. My dad, my sister, and brother went ahead of me. Because of my ability to ski fast, I could catch up to them. When I began to start again, I pushed down too hard, and the binding on my ski flung off. The mountain was near closing at this point, so I asked a man for help. He did not know how to fix it. I began to panic as the red sunset shone over the endless white snow in a trail through the trees. I started to walk down this endless trail questioning why I ever wanted to go skiing in the first place. I, feeling so many different things, did not know what to do. I only knew to keep on walking down this two-mile trail in my hard, rigid ski boots. I kept

As soon as we knew it, we were there- Boreal Ski Resort looking down upon us. We walked out the bus, saying “thank you” to the bus driver, and stepped out onto the icy ground. It was a perfect day to ski- the skies were blue, not a cloud to be seen, the sun was out shining perfectly upon us, sharing its brightness while keeping some of its warmth. Our group quickly put on our snow gear and raced out to the ski rentals. “Last one there, gets ice down their pants!” Running to the ski rentals, at least half of us fell onto the hard, slippery ice. Laughing and running, looking like a bunch of hooligans, we got to the ski rentals. The line was long, so, one at a time, we sneakily cut through and got our skis and heavy boots. With a “click,” we fit our boots into the skis and were all ready to go. Our gang waddled out of the ski rentals with the skis on. “What do you wanna start with?” “Let’s go on the medium slope first.” And so we began. The cycle of getting onto the lift, lining up on the edge of the slope and racing down repeated itself as we raced down what we called the “medium” and “big” slopes. We were counting scores and by the end of the two hours, I was at