Personal Narrative On Skiing

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As I raced toward the bottom of the mountain I suddenly realized there was a cliff not far from the base. My family and I were skiing in Colorado for a vacation. My parents were down in the lodge on the other side of the mountain, and only my brother and I were skiing. I was on the opposite side of the mountain as my brother because I wanted to prove that I was a better skier than him. I had to make a hasty decision to avoid tumbling off the cliff but I didn’t know what to do! The first time my father put me on skis was when I was four years old. He showed me the right way to attach my skis, hold my poles, and position my skis. The first hill I ever skied down was the mini hill behind my house. After many tries I was able to make it all

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