Personal Narrative: Riding A Snowboard

I would have never guessed that patience would teach me so many things in life. It played an important role in my life the day I was learning how to ride a snowboard. Small lessons can help you later in life. On that cold winter’s day, I learned that practice and patience are significant things that life teaches us. “I want to try the snowboard now,” I said as I watched my little brother ride down our hill without any troubles at all. The smile on his face made me want to surpass him even more. I wanted to be better at him than something for once, and this was the perfect chance for me to one up him.

“Sure. Just wait until Garrett is done,” he said. My heart raced as I thought of riding down the hill on the board.

Many thoughts were racing

“I can’t ride the stupid snowboard. All I do is fall off of it.” I said as my mom gave me a sincere look that I know so very well. My face fell in embarrassment. “I’ll give you some advice. Why don’t you take a tiny tap and then go back out on the snowboard? I guarantee that you won’t fall next time.” I heard my mom say as I nod my head and she kissed my freezing cold cheek and I laid back on my pillow and slowly drifted off into a deep slumber. I woke up and stretched out my arms and hurriedly put my snow gear on and ran outside to find the snowboard right where I left it. Next, I dragged it out to the top of the hill, clipped my boots in, and started to think to myself. “I can do this. I’m not going to fall this time.” I said out loud reassuring myself of what my mom had said to me. Then, I slightly nudged the board and off I went. The wind in my hair, and a smile on my face, I kept my focus on the end of the hill. Trees were in my way and I gently steered away from them. The bottom looked miles away, but I made it to the bottom without falling down and started to yell in