The Day Im Lily Short Story

When I woke up again from my deep sleep, I got re-dressed and headed out to my car. The snow was still deep as ever, the wind was still bitter, dry, and freezing cold. I warmed my car before I headed out and I headed back inside for a little while to wait for the car to heat. As I sat inside the warm and cozy house my mother warmed me to watch out for the thick spots of snow and ice because I could slide and crash into something. As I continued to sit in the warm house, I started to remember things my parents would tell me about people sliding off the road and going off the road. Of course I had the thought in my head that it would

We took off from our house in Horace, about 2 in the afternoon, just me and my dad. He took my mom’s sled out since it was late in the season and not much snow, his sled is a mountain sled made for lots of snow. I liked my mom’s sled a lot, it was a red 2002 500 Polaris, it was stock and very comfortable to ride on the trails. We took off south towards Kindred going about 50 miles per house, nice cruising speed for the trail we were on. It was kind of a bad day to ride, no clouds in the sky, but it was very windy and cold. We saw some people in these low ditches skipping across the water, the snow must have melted from the warm week we had.

As my upper body shifted to the right, everything from my waist and below stayed true to the course, including the ski poles. I ran over the handle of my ski pole, with my stomach. The pole was pushed up into my lower abdomen, propelling me off of the slope entirely, I was airborne. I landed on my back, completely out breath, and dazed to the point I had no recollection of where I was. The next moment was particularly scary for me, all I can recall was the ringing of a whistle in my ear, and the red lights flashing from the ski patrols snowmobiles. Unsure of any injuries, the ski patrol had braced my back and neck, strapped me to a board, and began to tow me down the mountain.

In the California mountains of Big Bear on a medium-sized hill, feeling the cold freezing air brush against my long straighten ponytail as I looked below me, kids sledding down the small slopes. In the distance, I see my family waving to me and I hear them yelling in disagreement and warning of how high I was. However, the wind was muffling their words, and I did not care if they did not agree. I was going to do it no matter

One of my favorite memories with my grandpa is sledding. This might sound silly but I've always loved it. I remember one particular day though it was about twenty degrees out and a fresh blanket of snow had fallen, I wasn't just any

As we had began or first ride down the hill with my brother in front of my father and I behind my father slid down the slope quite fast to my enjoyment. After we had reached the bottom of the hill my little brother jumped up and announced that it was the best ride he had ever been on. I smiled and turned to dad much to my shock. For he was covered in snow as if he had just scaled a mountain in a blizzard. And much to my surprise my little brother was untouched.

We have a pool side room. We got on are swimming trunks on and plunged in. We were going to be there for three days I thought of all the fun we were going to have. Then we got out of the pool and went for a walk to another park that was even better there where go-karts. We went around the track really fast. I came in second place. There are also go-karts inside that were electric. It was a bumpy ride. Then we got some Domino’s Pizza.

In mid March much of the northeast was hit with a large snow storm named stella. fortunate enough for me being an avid snowmobile rider i was almost right in the middle of the storm receiving the greatest amount of snow. It started off like any other snow day, my brother and I got up early in the morning and shoveled snow and plowed it all day making sure we kept the amount of snow on our driveway less than eight inches. Once the storm finally ended my brother and I got out our snowmobiles and road with a couple of our friends all over. We rode all the way from Mount Pocono to Stroudsburg since we were under a state of emergency. My family friends and I all had our share of fun with this but we realized that we wanted to go to the snowmobile

When we arrived my family was having so much fun that we didn’t notice that we had been there for over two hours. We had three sleds since there were about eight people there with us and only five of us were mostly using the sleds. Everything was going well until my second cousin decided that she wanted to go with me. I sat in the front and she sat in the back because she was afraid of falling off and having the sled run over her. She kept falling off because it was her first time going on a sled because she had just moved from India. As she started to get the hang of it we began to mess around and turn as were were going down the hill because we thought we were being cool. After we had both gotten the hang of sledding together we wanted to go on the steepest part of the hill because no one was going on it and we thought that it wouldn’t be scary. That’s when everything went downhill,

Hike! Alright lets go" I yell out to Sammy and Jack and we are off to a slow trek "gee" I yell out to Lucky and he pulls us to the right. "Haw" I yell to Molly and she pulls the team to the left of the field that is dusted in snow. "whoa" I yell and my team pulls to a halt and they wait clam and patient as I go down the line and take of the rigging. When I am done I lead them back to our cabin, I end up dozen off In the cabin. In the morning it is so hectic that there is no room for talking, when my team is dressed and rigged up to go we head to the start line. A few teams down I see Cindy Abbott a veteran and a good one, but I push her out of my mind and focus on the task at hand. The crowd goes quite and me and the all the other mushers wait for the gun shot to sound. when the shot sounds I yell above the other mushers "mush" to my team and Sammy and Max jump into action dashing into motion. I notice that we are keeping pace with a woman named Zora Deneuve, but I soon pull ahead of her and her team. It wasn't snowing we started the race but now I can see the little snow flakes fly by as my team races by. After 11 miles I check in at Campbell Airstrip, and when I check in they tell me that i am in fourth

I had gradually slowed my pace, the last girl on our team was slowly catching up to me. I had told myself I was at least going to be in front of her but my legs would not listen instead they got heavier. She was now in front of me, and telling me to catch up to her, of course I was trying to catch up to her but my legs just could not go any faster. I was insulting, bashing, making fun of myself for not going any faster, and for having a limp in my running. I wanted to walk but I didn't especially when I got to the part where everyone was cheering, they motivated me to keep going they were right before the long hill. I was telling myself I had made it this far, I just couldn't stop not I know I had to walk up the hill to be able to continue my race. I got to the top of the hill and decided to run down it. That it had become a nightmare. Limping fast, it hurt, feeling heavy going down the very steep hill. I felt the force of gravity trying to take me down. I was down. I was done going down the hill and I started to hear everyone cheering so I slowed down even more to be able to get more energy to be able to go faster infront of everyone when I turned to get out of the woods everyone was hollering and cheering us down especially the limping decorah girl. Their was a girl behind me from a different school but she was giving her fullest now to the finish line. The finish line

Once we arrived at the mountain, I can remember feeling nothing but joy, not because I couldn't wait to go sledding, but because for 40 straight minutes we had to Indore my friend Sophia's older brother Danny yell "are we there yet", over and over and over, you would think that an 11-year-old would be more mature than that, but then again we were talking about the boy who spends his days playing video games in his dad's basement. As we stepped out of the car we all put our snow gear on, and headed up the mountain, caring are sleds behind us. The mountain was quite steep and it seemed with every step higher we got the more bone chilling it became but at least we have a magnificent 360 view of the glistening snow covered mountains. We were about

About 1 year ago, my family and I went to a glorious place called Crystal Mountains. Crystal Mtn is a ski resort in Thompsonville, MI. My family went because of our yearly Christmas gift exchange. My cousins traveled to this location as well. We all stayed at the resort for a week or so on Christmas. At Crystal Mountains, we did a lot of really fun things inside and outside of the cabin. All of what we did was a blast!

I was pulling and pullng trying to get my snowmobile to start. Then finally I got it to start. I drove it around the yard a bit to get it to warm up. Of course I had to wait for my grandpa and my uncle to come out and get their snowmobiles started. They finally came out and got their snowmobiles started, and then we got on the snowmobile trails.

The time when I went to the roller skating arena and ice skating arena was fun. This weekend my dad and stepmom wanted to do something fun they could not think of anything so we decided to go to little rock and then we came up with the idea of ice skating because in littlerock there is an roller skating arena and it also has ice skating so we went .