Ski Lift Short Story

When I was 15, that was my 3rd year of snowboarding, my ramp freestyle element went wrong. Just this one jump became the biggest challenge in my life.

I looked up at the roller coaster and all its' loops and turns and jumped with excitement. "Let's go!", I exclaimed. As we were walking up the stairs, a part of me wanted to turn back, but i was determined to get on this one ride. I stood at the gates, waiting for it to be my turn and before i knew it, I was the next one. I went through the gates and went straight to my seat. Henry sat right next to me and held my hand. I was ready. The ride started to take off and I knew there was no turning back now. Up and up we went. The ground below us got further away. I held on tightly to my boyfriends hand and down we

As I heard my alarm clock go off at two in the morning, feeling prepared mentally but not physically. My mind,at that point in time raced with thoughts and expectations, although my body felt like it wanted to die. Finally dragging myself out from under the soft covers, I pulled my gear to the bed of the truck and threw my bag up over the side of the truck's bed,-- hearing a giant thud from the heftiness of my pack. I felt mixed emotions coming from my body, my mind ready and my body said: “go back to bed hate you, I hate you, I hate you”. As soon as I plopped myself into the truck squished with three people in the back seat, after about five minutes of driving all three of us passed out fast asleep. The moment I woke, pulling into the parking lot of Mount Washington, New Hampshire I felt ready. When I stepped out of the car, I threw my hands in the air, the best feeling of stretching after a car ride. I look up to see this mountain completely covered with snow and only one round part completely treeless; that's where we hiked too. Strapping my fifty-pound pack on my back containing ski boots, skis, poles, winter gear, and food felt more tiring than it should have.

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

One summer day in July , Me and my friend Carol went to an amusement park called Cedar Point . Cedar Point is located in Sandusky , Ohio and two and a half hours away . My mom and me wanted to go on a ride called the Maverick . The Maverick is Cedar Point’s steepest roller coaster and its speed is 70 miles per hour . The Maverick also has a 95 degree drop ! Then we went in line and waited for about an hour and a half . It was about eleven o'clock when we got close to the front of the line . When we finally got to the roller coaster I regretted going on because it was very dark and I couldn't see where the drop was and I don’t like steep roller coasters . Because of that me and Carol where panicking the whole way up . As soon as we got to the

I was 12. I had heard the stories from my Uncle Randy about ski trips, but I wanted to try it for myself. He finally decided I was old enough to tag along. The two and a half hour car ride felt like a lifetime. It was my first time at Chestnut mountain in Galena, and I was very excited. The sun was shining bright. The temperature was in the mid to lower 30’s, which was perfect for skiing. When we got to the locker room, I started putting on all my gear. Excitement filled the air as other skiers geared up to take on the slopes. When I finally got my rental boots tight and buckled up, my uncle looked at me and laughed. My uncle is a short and stocky man, a great

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

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

The Bunny Hills don’t resemble Mt. Everest anymore. They look more like an ant hill. I have learned that as long as you believe you can do it, you are able to achieve it. Within no time I started to believe in myself. I am so glad I stuck it out, and continued snowboarding. Snowboarding is an activity I look forward to every year. It is hard getting along through the spring, summer, and fall without it. My best friend and I share this hobby. There is nothing like flying down a run at Sundown with a new board and your best friend. I have gained so much even just from the first lesson. Today, I may not be a professional or courageous enough to do tricks, but if I keep trying eventually I’ll be like Jamie Anderson in the terrain park. I honestly believe that even as an old lady I will always want to be spending my extra time on a

I had only two groups ahead of me and then it was my turn to take the lift. As the others ahead got on, I examined the way they mounted the seat. As each seat took off, they would walk up behind it as another seat, without stopping, would scoop them up from behind. Now it was my turn. When the group ahead of me got carried away, I moved up quickly so the seat coming from behind me wouldn’t knock me down. As I watched the seat draw near I noticed there were no seatbelts! How stupid of me. Of course there wouldn’t be seatbelts. Once you finally get to the top, you have to get off quickly otherwise you’ll miss your chance and the lift will take you back down. It was too late now, the seat was right behind me. As it grabbed me from behind, I could feel my board and legs begin to drag across the floor. When I lost contact with the earth, I clung to the side railing as tightly as I could. Every second that passed took me higher and higher. The cable suspending my seat bounced up and down as more passengers were added to the weight of the lift. I looked down and realized I was already about twenty feet in the air. The gravity pulling down on the snowboard attached to my foot felt as if a demon, whose name was Acrophobia, was dragging me down to the depths of

I sat there in confusion as to what had just happened, when I was pleasantly greeted with five people who saw it all go down. I reluctantly shrugged it off, and we continued our journey, yet again.. We began to walk up a dirt trail up to the part of the park where you see all of Franklin. In my opinion, it is the most beautiful spot there, where I could spend this special afternoon with my favorite people. As we stood on the balcony, overlooking the scenery, Laura, was the next one to have an incident with the soccer ball. I looked away for one second and back again to realize that she had thrown the ball in the air, let it bounce, and continued to follow it with her eyes, and arms, as it went over the ledge. Everyone stood there, again in awe, laughing at the fact we had lost the ball, again. Payton and I traveled underneath the balcony, trying to pinpoint where the ball was, with the people above, directing us in the right way. Minutes went by of trying to maneuver our way through the rocks, and steps to get it, when all a sudden, we were all graced with the high pitched sound of Payton, who had just been greeted with the feeling of stepping on a

My heart still racing, with my anticipation and fear alike reaching their peak, we rushed down the slope at a very high speed, with the wind blowing against my face rapidly removing the sweat that had accumulated. There were many twists and turns, but then, I saw the loop approaching. This was the part of the ride I feared most. We quickly went upside down, then right side up again and it was over in an instant. It seemed like seconds and we arrived back at the station and

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,

Skiing is the most fun when I have close friends to help me progress and share experiences with, so I started a group where kids from my school of almost all ages go skiing or snowboarding at our local resort, Mountain Creek. It all came together in middle school, and we still have the group together today; we call it “Creek Club.” Since it was extremely challenging to get 20 high schoolers (teenagers) to all organize a plan, I created a chat where we can talk, and coordinate when everyone will go to the mountain. I've also taught several friends how to ski or snowboard. Teaching someone to ski is difficult, but I want my friends to enjoy everything skiing has to offer. Every Friday, about 20 of us all hit the slopes for the evening. When I

The rides entrance itself made my legs weak with sheer fear. The pathway was like a maze and then the stairs appeared to warn me, by saying turn back now. As I climbed each step I tried numerous times to escape. The escape attempts were foiled by my so called friends blocking the only exit. I said,” Come on guys I can die another day.” Audrey quipped,” Oh come on Taylor, man up and go on the ride.” Now I can’t really describe the feeling of having a woman tell me to man up. I said,” Ok I got this.” I shrugged off all my anxiety and nerves and just went with it.