Personal Narrative: Lake Winnipesaukee

“Click, click, click” I stand up after buckling my snowboard bindings and glance out across the horizon. I see the deep blue’s of Lake Winnipesaukee and the cool icy blues over the scattered coves. I look ahead and realize that I am the last one to start down the fresh packed powder trail. Quickly I hop along to gain speed to catch up to my family. My twin brother Alex is leading the pack. He turns around gesturing the race is on, but he quickly flies out of sight around a bend. I lift my left heel then my right heel almost immediately after to turn right. The edges of the board slice through the snow propelling me forward as I cut deeper into the snow. Using the reverse of this skilled technique I veer into a hard left turn. Carving right and
This is my chance to pass him. There is path through the woods; I've been through it a thousand times so I know I can beat him. I dart into the woods cutting left and right to dodge the oncoming trees. My heart beating fast, one wrong move and I’ll be stopped in my tracks by a tree. Carving back and forth I maneuver my flexible board over bumps and between trees. There is a hard right turn up ahead; I’m going too fast but if I slow down he will win. My competitive nature kicks into gear. Bounding around the hazardous corner I emerge from the dangerous glades to an open slope. I turn around to see Alex far up the trail. I can see his anger he thought he was in the lead.
To celebrate my victory I spin in circles on my board. Moving my balance from both feet to my right foot the front of my board rises off the snow. While still spinning, I reach my right hand back to the tail of my board. The nose of the board elevates higher into the air. I can hear Alex getting closer. With the launch of one snowball I am thrown to the ground. My shoulder hits first. The impact doesn’t hurt but is enough momentum to make me slide down the powdered