Personal Narrative Essay: The Joy Of Water Skiing

The wind seemed to chill me to the bone. I fought through the biting cold wind and put on my snowboard. Almost immediately I could tell that I had improved. Unlike the day before, I thought about what I was taught in my lesson and surprisingly, it all worked. Not before long I was shredding the slopes with speed and grace. I had a lot more confidence in my ability and it was clear because I was not falling down all the time like I was the day before. This learning experience and the experiences leading up to it, made me realize that if I just have more confidence in myself I can accomplish anything. If present me went back in time to my younnger self, I would say to not worry about what could go wrong and have some faith in myself. Since I have learned this lesson I am a more independent person and I am a very avid

Today I am gonna drive to Glacier national park with my family to go camping. I am really excited because I 've heard many great stories and read so many books about this beautiful park. As we approach the park, I can see the sunset across the beautiful snowy mountains and I can feel the cool breeze of the fresh Montana air. When I get out of my car I see that everyone in my family comes out moaning and groaning because of the long car ride. But I 'm the only one who jumped out of my seat, got my things, and ran to the St Mary visitor 's entrance full of excitement, wonder, and awe of the amazing adventure that awaits me. As my family catches up to me, we go inside and get our map of the park. After that we needed to find a perfect spot to

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The fear of falling was overpowering, it made me feel weak and scared. One Saturday my father, stepmother, little sister and I were headed out to our family's Cabin to go tubing behind Russ` speedboat on Lake May.

You never know how helpless you are until you have a near death experience. One summer, when I was young, my family and I went to a water park. I didn’t know how to swim, but thankfully the majority of the park required no swimming ability. For one of the rides, I wanted to get out of my tube and jump around, but once I climbed out, I immediately sunk to the bottom. I tried to kick back up and just as my legs gave in, a lifeguard climbed in and pulled me up. I was grateful to him, but something was bothering me. I couldn’t save myself. That was the moment I decided that I was going to become a lifeguard someday to help myself and many others.

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.

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My second winter snowboarding started off painful. I was going snowboarding with some family friends at Cranmore Mountain and to say the least the experience was eventful. Getting there we stand in line to get the over priced day passes and struggle in the warmth of the lodge while wearing enough clothes for sub degree weather. We get to the front of our line pay the price on the sign and we were off to a long day of skiing and snowboarding we thought. First thing we do is go to the biggest chair lift which goes to the top of the mountain. As a nine year old boy the ride up was nerve racking enough but boy I didn't know what the ride down would entail.

“Hop in the car,” my dad said. His outstretched arms guiding my eyes to the open doors. Our 2009 Honda Odyssey was a beige colored behemoth. Comically overstuffed with passengers and cargo, the sporadic rumbling of the V6 engine was disconcerting as we hit the road. “Will we even reach Meredith at all,” I wonder. The drive up to Lake Winnisquam is exciting and uneventful as usual. Through smudged windows, I watch the passing scenery, anticipating all the fun we will have this fourth of July. The switch onto Lower Waldron road was a recognizable turn and a sign of our proximity. We each scoot towards the edge our seats, heads pressed against the glass, eager to be the first to spot our destination. “I see the house,” my sister squeals with excitement.

The second day was even more fun! When we woke up we were so ready to get on the boat and do it again. We ate breakfast and went straight to the boat. When our friends told us about the lake they told us that the lake had huge cliffs. My sister and I had been dying to go cliff jumping. As we rode down the 68 mile long lake looking for some cliffs to jump off we enjoyed looking at the beautiful scenery. The water was so clear you could even see your toes when you looked down. Once we found the cliffs, we didn 't realize how high they would be. I think my sister and I were both a little nervous.

The cold breeze came upon me, as I was looking down the slope, sitting on the soft sheet of snow and repeating in my mind I will succeed, then I was gone like a Ferrari going full speed in a race. At December 27, 2016, we were on the highway on Emmitsburg, MD on our way to Liberty Ski Resort to snowboard and ski for 8 hours. The 2 cars that my friends and I were in was Ben, Kevin, Joshua, Steve (me), Timothy. We all excited like never before, first, we would be dropped off at Liberty Ski resort, for 4 hours and have a thirty minutes break, then go back to the ski resort. Second, we would go back snowboarding and going skiing for the rest of 4 hours. Third, we go to the hotel then to swim in the swimming pool and to relax for at least 2 hours.

For the last two years swimming has taken up most of my time. That time was spent getting faster, conversing with teammates, and helping the younger girls get better. After practice one day my coach informed me that I would not be making the sections team because of my time. Being the first senior in five years not to make it, I felt like a failure. For the next few days of practice I checked out mentally. My times suffered because of my apathetic attitude. My body felt slow and lethargic along with my mind. The other girls were trying their best to be supportive, but their words were not met with open arms. When everyone else was cheering over our new girls swimming their best times I was in the locker room moping about mine. I could not even put on a happy smile for my last home meet.

One of my favorite things to do is to film an activity with gopro and then edit it later that day. When I first got my gopro I didn’t know how to use it very well but over time I got better and as I got better, I started to enjoy it even more than anything because it was easy simple and I could do it wherever I wanted to do it. Whenever I’m editing it’s like I get sucked into a hole new world and when i’m editing I think it’s been 30 minutes but really it’s been 2 hours. Over the past 2 months I have had my gopro it has easily become one of my passions. Another one of my passions it to ski the first time I had skied was when I was 10 and we went to colorado and the first time put on my skis I was a little intimidated by the ski lift because

When I was eight years old, I joined the Shaker Sharks swim team. I was put in the lowest group and struggled to swim even a 25. I considered swimming a hobby at best, not even realizing it was a sport. Two years later, my family and I moved to Solon. I switched teams to join the Solon Stars Swim Club.

The sound of the whistle jolted me into action. I dove from the block, and a wave of silence crashed over me as I hit the water. For a moment, there was a sense of serenity as I swam under the surface. The spell broke as I rose for air. I could hear everyone yelling and cheering. Tuning out the noise, I tucked my head under the water, staring at the pool’s tiled floor. Nearing the wall, I lifted my head to gather a breath of air before my flip turn to start my second lap. Looking up, I saw five of my team members at the end of my lane cheering for me. With a renewed energy from their excitement, I turned and continued the race. After the race was over and I was out of the pool, I took my hard-earned ribbon and scurried back to where my swim