Personal Narrative: My Snow Day
My Snow Day
When I was younger, I would maybe in the 3rd grade, one day we had a snow day from school my parents took my siblings and I to the hill to sled. My dad took me to the very top of the hill and had me scared out of my mind. I saw a lot of adults going down with no problem till they hit the bottom then ended up flipping over. So I sat back and watched some kids my age try and it at first they were crying a little bit saying the hill went too far down. Well some of the parents would get them to go by riding along with them so it wouldn’t be so scary. The first time down was always scary to us kids, but once we reached the bottom we always wanted to do it again.
I wanted to try a smaller hill first to start out with, so my dad took me over to what people call a baby hill. I had no problem even attempting it; I got right on the sled and went for the ride. I loved it till I got to the bottom; I must have hit a bump or something because I flipped over to the side head first into the snow. When I got up though, I was cracking up. I thought it was so much fun! So I kept on going down the baby hill and got tired of it after a-while. I climbed back up the hill and went to my dad and told him I was ready for a bigger hill. So, he took me to the next biggest hill, which was between the baby hill and the big …show more content…
I had so much fun that day, every-time we would have a snow day I would ask my parents to take me back to this hill. So, we just started going on weekends anytime that it had snowed. That was kind of a family day for us. Even though, I liked spending time with my friends I can say I always enjoyed having those family days as well. After a-while I got bored and asked had asked my dad if there were any other hills in our city that were bigger than the one we had been going too. Unfortunately, we could not find any other hill that big so I was just stuck with the same old
When I was younger, I would maybe in the 3rd grade, one day we had a snow day from school my parents took my siblings and I to the hill to sled. My dad took me to the very top of the hill and had me scared out of my mind. I saw a lot of adults going down with no problem till they hit the bottom then ended up flipping over. So I sat back and watched some kids my age try and it at first they were crying a little bit saying the hill went too far down. Well some of the parents would get them to go by riding along with them so it wouldn’t be so scary. The first time down was always scary to us kids, but once we reached the bottom we always wanted to do it again.
I wanted to try a smaller hill first to start out with, so my dad took me over to what people call a baby hill. I had no problem even attempting it; I got right on the sled and went for the ride. I loved it till I got to the bottom; I must have hit a bump or something because I flipped over to the side head first into the snow. When I got up though, I was cracking up. I thought it was so much fun! So I kept on going down the baby hill and got tired of it after a-while. I climbed back up the hill and went to my dad and told him I was ready for a bigger hill. So, he took me to the next biggest hill, which was between the baby hill and the big …show more content…
I had so much fun that day, every-time we would have a snow day I would ask my parents to take me back to this hill. So, we just started going on weekends anytime that it had snowed. That was kind of a family day for us. Even though, I liked spending time with my friends I can say I always enjoyed having those family days as well. After a-while I got bored and asked had asked my dad if there were any other hills in our city that were bigger than the one we had been going too. Unfortunately, we could not find any other hill that big so I was just stuck with the same old