Personal Narrative: The Joy Of Skiing

Skiing was not my forte or my favorite activity to do. My emotions were enraged at the way I tumbled down the slope. My body ached by falling and tumbling through the freezing cold snow and ice. Home sounded so marvelous right now, anywhere but here, my confidence had hit rock bottom. My face red and frozen from sobbing. I concluded that there was some other way down, nevertheless there wasn’t.

It was a gorgeous day about five years ago. My family and I had left to Sugar mountain to practice skiing for our upcoming trip. We decided to stay for the long weekend of Labor day. It was my first time skiing and I had attended two ski lessons already. The sky there was as blue as the ocean and the air light as a feather. My excitement was through
My level was definitely not ready for the diamonds, blues were my style, not too easy but not too hard. The lift up must of taken at least 45 minutes. The air blowing on you when you are already as cold as a snowman made me feel frigid. The trees swaying in the air and the smell of hot cocoa as we passed a rest stop on the hill. I was so anxious to get to the bottom and sit in a warm room, but excited to show my moves. When we got to the top we realized we had gone up the wrong lift, and that meant the only way down was the black diamonds. Furious, I knew that I was not going to enjoy the way down. “You knew didn’t you?” Blaming everyone around me. Then starting down the slope, falling at least twice every minute. My face was red and I was unable to see anything, the fear of frostbite overtook me because I was so cold. Just waiting for this to be over with! Tress appeared out of nowhere and snow made its way through my gloves. My hands were as cold as a witch’s heart. I must of made it down after 400 hours of tears and madness. When we got down to the base of the mountain there was Sam and my Dad waiting to go to lunch. My stomach was not up for it after tossing and turning. I just wanted to go home and be alone, so off I marched to the hotel room. Waiting for them to go down one hill and come back. I was left with an hour of heat and a hotel room all to myself. Might of sounded extravagant now, but it seemed awful at the