Sledding Is True

We were going on a family trip that I had been dying to go on. My parents finally agreed, so we were going to Canada. I was humming a happy tune until my mother told me to take off my seatbelt and move next to the door. I looked around to see we were driving on a curved cliff. I did not know what was happening, but I obediently did what

At the age of twelve I started skiing. Not by choice, but because my grade was going and my mom thought it was an easy way to get out of teaching me herself. Well anyway, after that terrifying trip I loved it, and believe it or not, I

When I was about four years old my dad was still working in the military. Then one late afternoon my dad calls a family meeting in the dining room then BOOM he tells us that he got a new job offer and that we’re moving virginia. I didn't really know what that meant cause I was 4 but my sister was devastated Because she had tons of friends at school and at home and she liked it. So we packed our bags and set out to virginia.

When I was 8 years old my dad asked me if I wanted to try playing softball on the local recreational league. At the time I was already playing soccer, basketball, and was also taking karate lessons. Since they were all at different times of the season I said yes to trying softball out.

The car shook and creaked as a motor took us up. For a few seconds, we were at the top. I looked around at the park, but then the car dropped and my stomach went with it. All I could remember from the rest of the ride was my first loop and the adrenaline pumping through my body. When I got off, I was dizzy but I yelled, “THAT WAS AWESOME!” My friends giggled as we walked to our next ride.

A private sixteen day Whitewater Rafting trip down the Grand Canyon. There were fourteen of us in all, including some family friends that we’ve been rafting with since I was seven years old, my sister, and my mom. We rented six eighteen foot rafts. Each raft was equipped with all of the necessary food, supplies and gear for a sixteen day river trip. Despite the heat, our group had several seasoned Grand Canyon guides in attendance and they knew all of the greatest side hikes. One such side hike was called Elves Chasm. It was day five. The heat was sweltering and our group pulled over to ascend to the Chasm. Even with all these new adventures my desire to go higher and make more of it was mind-boggling. I was also trying to get a good photo. I didn’t realize it, but there was an upper Chasm and I headed up over hot rocks and then onto my belly to wriggle my way through a tight small space to ascend higher up into the chasm. The next waterfall was stunning. Some of the other young adults on the trip followed and we delighted in our discovery. We jumped from a high rock into the pool below, and one of us even did 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.

When I was about 11 years old it was close to Christmas time, I was at Soccer practice and my dad was there watching me play. My mom stopped by and I was wondering why, because usually both my parents don't show up to my practice. I figured there was some sort of PREDICAMENT. I finish my practice and I'm packing my stuff up and my mom goes to her car and looks like she's about to cry. Me being curious as I am was bugging my dad

For me, this humiliating moment occurred at my seventh-grade track meet. Crazily, I decided that my sloth-like reflexes and terrible athletic ability meant that I should attempt the hurdles. When the day of the track meet came around I was desperately praying that I would succeed. I remember that my heart was beating like a hammer hitting a nail and my palms seemed to be drenched in sweat as I awaited the sound of the gun to push me off the blocks. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity

My dad and I had to move to lower ground, because it was too windy to fly our $15 kite from Walmart. In order to do so we had to walk down a hill, which most people are capable of. I, on the other hand, am not most people. I was walking down this hill, and it had rained the day before so it was a little muddy. Nothing too bad, or so I thought. I was holding the cheap kite when my dad started talking to me from the bottom of the hill. I couldn’t quite make out what he was trying to tell me, so I started to walk down the hill faster. My knees buckled a little and I had to dig my heels into the ground to not fall. Wow, close one Lucy, I thought.

So as we were moving up the hill I saw my friend Will black out and I could taste the warm air in and out of my lungs then we got to the top and I screamed as loud as I could and hear other people scream to and I could feeling the wind in my face, and every second was a rush then we were coming up to the loop and when we went over it I was ecstatic! Screaming my head off until we got to the end and after that I had so many emotions I was happy crying cause it was so fun and nauseous and I could feel my stomach rumbling . Furthermore that was the best day ever and me and my friends still talk about is because as a result it was the best thing

At the age of 5 my mother, my father and I took a walk over the bridge in Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina. While never been able settle down as a child, my mother took it upon herself to carry me across so that I don’t fall down thirty feet to a watery death. As we enjoy the smell of the air and the wind blowing coolly against us, we decided to take a photo. Father went across from us with the camera and my mother and I stood on the other side, our backs facing the edge of the bridge and the river leading to the ocean. It wasn’t until I heard a scream and saw a flash that I realized I was falling for what felt like 10 seconds. After fifteen hours in a coma, I awoke to find my family happy as can be, even though I had no memory of any of them. It was from that point that I wondered how I would have been a different person had I retained all my previous feelings and thoughts.

One good snowing after school day, the bell just rang my dad was in line and forgot that me and my brother Ethan were going to my friends house Austin mack house we were going to spend the night with him.

I was in sixth grade heading towards a local sandwich shop trying to find the quickest way. I was going down a hill I had never seen before. The speed began to quicken. The rawr of the wheels got louder and inexperience made it hard to find a way off before it was too late. I hit a patch of gravel that guarded a deep pothole.

One day, while my son Zac and I were out in the country, climbing around in some cliffs, I heard a voice from above me yell, "Hey Dad! Catch me!" I turned around to see Zac joyfully jumping off a rock straight at me. He had jumped and them yelled "Hey Dad!" I became an instant circus act, catching him. We both fell to the ground. For a moment after I caught him I could hardly talk.