Every time I go there is an amazing adventure. I have the opportunity to snowboard daily from opening to closing. When I’m on the hill there’s only one thing I need to focus on, the snow in front of me. I carve through the powder with a wide grin on my face. I love snowboarding and I am fortunate to have the ability to do it almost every weekend during the winter.
The 1996 novel, Brian’s Winter is a fictional nature survival story that focuses on Brian, the protagonist. Brian’s Winter is the alternate ending to Hatchet, the first book in which Brian is in a plane crash, and is rescued after having spent just over forty-five days alone in the Canadian wilderness. In Brian's Winter, the author Gary Paulsen experiments with what would have happened if Brian had been left in the Canadian wilderness during winter. The separation starts with Brian noticing cold weather on a day of fall hunting. Brian prepares himself for winter performing all of the necessary survival tasks.
As dozens of tiny white flakes trickle down through the sky spinning ever so slowly yet with furious might, children begin to jump for joy. A snow day may be occurring. Then, once the phone rings and the voice of the principal cancelling school reaches the ears of students, the greatest day of the month has begun. All children ready their snow pants, jacket, and their hats and gloves for a day out in the blizzard. When the boys and girls run outside to play, parents yell to them that they must keep warm and come inside when it gets late.
Speeding through the snow “Wake up, Jomari! It’s time to go” exclaiming my mom as she was getting our stuff ready for the mountain. I finally got out of the hotel bed, got dressed, and then brushed my teeth. I wasn’t that excited today because I don’t usually spend that much time with my family. I went because we were going to go snowboarding.
Prior to going to Tennessee, I dreaded being in the cold. Now that I had a fun experience in the cold weather, I would go ice skating over and over again a thousand more times. I love the times we spend together and hate to have to say goodbye. Who ever knew that something as simple as going ice skating would bring a family closer?
I was 14 years old, my family had just gotten back from the beach for spring break. My mom was yelling at me to get out of the car and help her unpack, but I just stared at the snow tree. The snow tree had started blooming, my brother and I nickname it that because when the flowers are done blooming, the pedals start to fall everywhere like snow. I was in awe from the sight, my mom didn’t notice the tree until the next day.
Going several hours back in time, my eight year old sister and ten year old I were driven to Wachusett Mountain, going to a ski lesson, unaware of the events to come. We ate a quick breakfast, packed our ski bags, and set off with our father chauffeuring us. It turned out that me and my sister were the only ones at that lesson that day, I being less than enthused. (I somewhat dislike my sister for many miscellaneous reasons, such as her wonderful personality.)
and I woke up from our slumbers in the warm, cozy lodge, threw our packs and skins on, and set off down the trail. We were hoping to catch the sunrise, in about an hour, from a weather tower at the top of the ski mountain we were on. It was a hard trail, with lots of steep uphills and sheer downhills, but we pushed on at a rapid pace because we were all very eager to see the sunrise. About 45 minutes later we arrived at the windy, frigid summit. We quickly pulled off our sticky, ice cold skins and popped our frozen sleet covered boots out of the bindings.
The Thanksgiving Day is an annual Canadian holiday, occurring on the second Monday in October, which celebrates the harvest and other blessings of the year. My life may not be perfect, but i am still thankful for everything i have ,particularly for three things : my education, my health and my family. First, i am thankful for my education, because i have something that millions of people miss out. I am very fortunate to have easy access to school because there are plenty of countries that consider education a luxury, not a basic right.
Written Essay I migrated to the United States of America on January 16, 1970, along with my wonderful parents and amazing siblings: four boys and my baby sister. I remember that it was a cold winter night, it had snowed and this was all new for me. Although, I was already missing my beloved country, El Salvador, friends, and childhood memories, I knew that I would easily adjust to our new country because I was fortunate to have my family by my side. I vividly recall how I said to Dad as we were heading from the airport to our new home, “Dad this country is so beautiful.” When he heard this, he and mom had a wonderful smile on their face as they knew that all their sacrifices had been worthwhile.
Trust your teammates since they will fight for you and the rest of the team.” I am tying this quote to football but it can be used in any team sport you are involved in. Football teaches character and that’s why I love it so much. I’ve learned so much about myself and how I want to live my life just from being in football. It was a dreadful freezing fall morning on November 7th