Pushing off and hit the ground face first. The ice cold snow melts onto my face, I laugh at myself and hope to god the people around me didn’t see that. No one was paying attention to me they all had this type of confidence and excitement to learn and grow. I stood back up and headed down the hill with all force, not knowing how to turn I abruptly put my snowboard on healedge and slammed to a stop. Little did I know I was already halfway down the hill.
Most of my brothers tumbled out as the man stumbled for his Ski poles but I was stuck. I was consumed With panic, praying somehow, someway I would get out before I melt. As the man started to ski down the mountain again, I started to feel the heat. Boiling, sizzling, searing heat which I have never felt before, and don’t want to ever feel again. A weird sensation began to set in, like I was melting away.
I was having so much fun with the cold wind on my cheeks and was laughing the whole way down until I got some snow in my eyes that limited my vision. I began to panic which kept me from hearing my mom saying, “ JUMP!!! JUMP!! !” I was clueless to the fact that I was headed for a tree. Down the hill I went and straight into the tree.
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.
As I sat there for two days, I wondered what the house was going to look like, what the neighbors would be like, and how the schools were. I never had to think of these things before. Two days later, my parents came and picked me up. On the way to my new home, my parents explained that it was not like the house we previously lived in. That statement scared me because I did not want to live in a smaller house nor did I want to share a room with either of my sisters.
The second day in my opinion was way worse, because it had snowed all night and all day. The freezing snow kept getting in my warm gloves when I was sitting on the ski lift. It was terrible! Also,it was way colder and harder to ski in because of all the powder on the ground that day.That day when I was going down a steep part I felt like I broke my wrist.It hurt for the rest the week. After I ate lunch with my friends me and my friend named Addy took a cool backway with a lot of powder.
I started making my name down the run, I was of to a good start, I felt like I was going to land it until I hit a patch of ice. I was going to fast to stop myself, also i was too close to the jump. As my board took off from the ground, it was shaky and not
Sheer panic coursed through me, and I was an ice skater, making the wrong move on thin ice. No amount of practice could’ve prepared me for this. A sense of failure weighed down my heart. Breathe. Timidly, I placed my trembling fingers back on the strings, and for the second time, I dragged the bow downwards.
The other kid was running towards a pile of fresh snow. As I approached he tossed snow and hit me in the face. This snow was very cold. My face went numb. I reached for the kid and took his coat in my hands, and pulled him towards the edge.
I was skiing on a crowded run. There was this man who was struggling to find his way down, almost like a deer trying to walk on ice. Immediately, my young mind judged him. I thought that he was bad at skiing but of course I didn’t care enough to assist him. Instead, I just carried on with my life, pretending I had never seen this man and never even thought of of him.