My very first time skiing was not an enjoyable event for me. I was going with my best friend which usually promised to be a good time, however this was not so.
Things got off to a bad start right from the beginning. My friend’s aunt was supposed to be giving us free lift tickets, but we ended up driving around for an hour or so before we were able to track her down and get them. Then the car ride, which should have only taken about an hour and a half to Kimberly, ended up taking well over three hours because of all the stops Chelsey’s dad had to make. We finally arrived at the ski hill at around 1:30 with only a short day of skiing ahead of us.
On our way up the T-bar both Chelsey and I fell off causing a line of crashes for the people behind us. When we did eventually get to the top of the hill, Chelsey, who already had experience skiing, just left me at the top all by myself to figure out how I was going to make my way down the terrifying hill that lay ahead of me. Thankfully, her sister was on her way up the T-bar just after us so she was able to teach me how to ski a little bit. She wasn’t that good herself, so I still ended up on my bum for most of the way down.
After only one practice run on the smaller hill, Chelsey decided that I was ready to go up the chair lift to the top of the big hill so off we went. We lined up and it was our turn to go on the lift but her sister and her dad, who were behind us, sat down in the chair that was supposed to be ours and it was coming so fast that Chelsey and I didn’t have time to get out of the way before the chair scooped us up as well. As soon as I sat down, I realized that I was sliding off and that this would not end well for me. I slipped off her sisters lap but fortunately we hadn’t got that high in the air yet and I was able to land without any injuries. At this point I wasn’t sure if I wanted to attempt the chairlift again but Chelsey insisted. We lined up again and got on the...
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