The Day I Nearly Died
Year after year our family takes a trip to Colorado for spring break. It’s an exhilarating trip because I get to see all my wild and wacky relatives as well as spend some quality time on the slopes. Something funny or embarrassing always happens. This time was different. This time, I could have died! Generally when we go out on the slopes, falling down is one of my specialties. Putting an extremely clumsy person on skis and sending them down the hill, I found, doesn’t work very well. Adding the difficulty of weaving through trees and small paths is not a task I would recommend. When going through these paths, I try to be as careful as humanly possible. On one particular day, I watched several of my cousins’ weave in and out of trees, paths and some thickly wooded areas. When watching my relatives pull some “tricky moves” through the paths, I could tell the snow was packed down some. The routes I continually saw them taking was what I would call a well traveled path. So here is where the story gets good. The unfortunate lack of attention to detail due to immaturity at the age of eight or nine was soon to result into a potentially deadly situation. I saw a trail but did not take notice as to whether or not the path had been skied on recently. Unsure as to where the path would take me, I began debating on whether to take it or not. The turn came up too quickly, and without thinking, I veered towards it.
While speeding through the path, a hint of nervousness covered by adrenaline was seeping into my body. The blanket of freshly fallen snow appeared to be like sparkling diamonds. There was raw nature and beauty. There was the unique scent of pine trees filling the air. The crisp, cold air brushing against my skin, with all of the other factors included, made for a god-like scenery.
Before realizing what was happening, I was neck deep in snow. You may ask yourself, how is this possible? The path had not been traveled in...
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