Narrative Essay On Snowboarding

Snowboarding, one of the hardest snowsport to learn but easy to master. It 's also one of the most enjoyable snowsport on the planet. Even though it’s fun, you can really injure yourself if you 're not careful. In this narrative you’ll witness the pain I had to go through trying to learn snowboarding, but also witness me mastering this incredible sport.

It was a cool afternoon in the frosty month of January, the time was around 5:30 pm and my dad just dropped me off at the Snow Valley hill in his black Mitsubishi Lancer. I took my blueish green Burton Custom snowboard from the back of the car, grabbed my helmet, gloves, jacket and snowpants and went to the bottom of the hill. There, I placed my board on the soft snow and put on my

Yeah, that’s how much snow was on me! I tried doing toe edge for the remainder of the run, and at the last second before our first run was over, I finally went on my toe edge. You couldn’t believe the joy and excitement I was feeling. Max came up to me and gave me a high five and we proceeded to the chair lift again. While we were on the chair, Max said “aight Virun now you can do toe edge, try doing it on the steep hill”, I replied with a nod. We quickly got off the chair, put on our bindings and went to a steeper route. I went down the hill first and reluctantly, I switched between my toe and heel edge like I was a pro! While I was going down the hill I could hear the wind whistling against my helmet and sound of my board carving on the snow. I was so hyped that I finally learned Snowboarding. After all those years only going on small hills on my heel edge, I finally was doing toe edge. We went up the hill for a couple of more runs, and just like you already know we got on the chairlift and put on our bindings once we got off. We went all the way to the right side of the hill and carved down the soft snow. While I was going down, my board hit a small ice ball and my board caught an edge and I landed hard on my butt.