Personal Narrative: My Trip To Pebble Creek

Tiny children and wholesome families gathered on the slopes to learn. As I sat in the lodge putting on my gear I noticed the line forming at the chairlift. My anticipation started to grow as more and more people gathered at the foot of the hills. It was a line of people whom I knew were way better than I was, considering it was only my first time and I had no one to teach me. I was self taught, because my parents didn’t know the first thing about snowboarding or skiing.

We packed our bags and got our stuff together. I told my parents that we were going to go skiing over at some local ski hill for the weekend so they wouldn 't worry. The reason why we want to go Yellowknife instead of the local hill here in Whitehorse is because of how busy and small the ski hill were and that we would have a better time in

I, too, was a selfish and spoiled person until an eye opening experience happened to me. It was the Wednesday during spring break, and school was out. My family and I decided to take a trip to Lafayette to visit my cousin and the new apartment she was renting. It was the perfect day for all of us. My aunt who has MS got to see her daughter which does

Next mornig I woke up, got ready, took some winter clothes and packed my bag with some cookies and hot tea. It was very busy and croweded my friend showed me the equitment and explained the purpose later on we decided to finally get on top. While we were getting to the top I had an amazing feeling full of boost and energy. So we go ready and my friend told me ‘Good Luck’, I thought that I miss heard something as I didn’t kow how to snowboard at all. But, he still left me over the top of the mountain.

On the ride up to Lake Placid, my bones turn stiff and start to hurt from sitting in the car for so long. It kind of feels like something is squeezing your bone. Every once in a long while we will stop for gas or to use the bathroom. As we drive we saw many mountains and very few shops or stores. The higher up we got in the mountains the more my ears would pop from such a high air pressure.

Snowboarding, like any other sport, one must be thinking at all times, analyzing situations, making split decisions, and making quick calculations. Before my trip, I had only flown on an airplane once, never by myself, I have never seen a mountain so big, and I had zero experience snowboarding. If I only knew then what I know now, I would have entered this new experience with more confidence in myself. Before my trip to Utah, I had only flown on an airplane once before, and now I was going to fly alone. I was going to meet my father who was already in Utah for a business trip.

Everything happened last summer during vacation. Every year my family plans some wild, adventurous trip, and last year we were going to visit some of the states in the northeastern United States. The trip was going fine until we arrived at the state of New Hampshire. We were going to camp there for a few days, and that was when my parents announced that we were all going to climb Mount Washington. I was not too thrilled by this idea, in fact, I was relatively annoyed.

I don’t remember much about the experience, but I do recall loving it. My mom would come sit to watch me and an hour later it was already time to leave, but I never wanted to. When it came time for the end of year “meet” I was the only one who had gotten their one armed cartwheel and bridge. I was so proud of myself and knew I loved the sport. A grin from ear to ear stayed on my small face for the following week.

Anyways, I always loved going to school but that all changed when that horrible accident happened. I still remember it like it was just yesterday. It was a sunny but chilly November day. Before school, my dog Molly and I would go outside and play ball until the bus came. Before I would throw the green ball my arm was always oscillating before I actually threw it.

I was the first one to get up, and took a shower, and put my black and white striped shirt, with my black jeans, and my Timberland’s. Later, my family got ready to go down stairs, and we ate breakfast; the food looked so good that I couldn’t decide between them, however, I decided and ordered the Tomato Olive Quiche’ and it tasted wonderful. After everybody was done eating, my mother told all of us why we were in California; we were there to skydive. My heart dropped, and adrenaline circulated through my veins when I heard the word “skydive”; I was silent the whole time that she was talking about it. I ask her when we are going to sky dive, and she said after we were done eating, which made my heart pound faster and my face turn red.