Narrative Essay About Snowboarding
A Snowboard
Have you ever seen a giant before? I have. I’ve seen colossal white giants at Lake Tahoe before, and the story of the first time I experienced one up close is what will hopefully get me an A on this assignment (Mr. Maples, please have mercy on my C+). I remember how at that time the mountain’s raw and terrifying glare already frightened me enough to reconsider my actions and choose to give away to fear. What did I, a small, scrawny 9 year old boy, do in the face of these giants? Believe it or not I have already begun to set my preparations to descend from one of them.
My parents planned a trip to Lake Tahoe to go to this place with the name of Boreal. This ski resort hosts the skis and snowboards for everyone who could pay for the …show more content…
“Are people going to make fun of me?” “Am I going to fall?” Seated aside on the escalator with my instructor I pondered to myself “Is it too late to reconsider?” Midway through the ride to the top of the hill he told me bluntly as difficult as snowboarding seems in the beginning I would eventually get the hang of it. I didn’t bother listening to him due to my horrible thoughts drowning and repelling every sound anything made. Before I knew it I stood on the top of the hill and he told me to go down first. As embarrassing to say I never went down with a clean slide. I tripped and fell off balance as many times a clumsy 9 year old can. The kids in my group already started talking about me behind my back, ridiculing me with their cruel comments. I saw a private place where I thought no one would find me and laid down with my arms over my knees and cried my heart …show more content…
“Come over here! I’ll let you cut the line, don’t worry!” I rushed to his side and entered the escalator with him by my side once more, but this time felt different. I felt this feeling of determination burning in my body. My one and only goal was to slide down that hill without tripping and falling. As I reach the top and get read to slide down, my instructor smiles a big smile to me. I blasted off at full speed and I curve around the small tree saplings and rushed through the snow. My heart began to beat as fast as a race car and adrenaline starts to kick into my system. I zoom right in between two trees and I see the end. I slow my pace down but I realized that that was the wrong move. I slowed down too fast and I trip over myself and roll down the cliff. My face hits the snow face forward and I taste the bitter sweetness of defeat. But I smiled. I smiled because this time I learned my mistake. Eventually I did get it down after a few more times and looking back I still smile at that memory today. To anyone listening it may seem like a generic story, but to me it holds a special place in my heart to this day. After the ski trip my instructor saw me taking off my gear and got ready to go rest at the hotel. “Good job, kid! You hung in there real good!” Mr. Smith said. “Remember to never give up, ok?” I nodded, never knowing that the lesson that he taught me was one I’d go by the rest of my life. Perseverance
Have you ever seen a giant before? I have. I’ve seen colossal white giants at Lake Tahoe before, and the story of the first time I experienced one up close is what will hopefully get me an A on this assignment (Mr. Maples, please have mercy on my C+). I remember how at that time the mountain’s raw and terrifying glare already frightened me enough to reconsider my actions and choose to give away to fear. What did I, a small, scrawny 9 year old boy, do in the face of these giants? Believe it or not I have already begun to set my preparations to descend from one of them.
My parents planned a trip to Lake Tahoe to go to this place with the name of Boreal. This ski resort hosts the skis and snowboards for everyone who could pay for the …show more content…
“Are people going to make fun of me?” “Am I going to fall?” Seated aside on the escalator with my instructor I pondered to myself “Is it too late to reconsider?” Midway through the ride to the top of the hill he told me bluntly as difficult as snowboarding seems in the beginning I would eventually get the hang of it. I didn’t bother listening to him due to my horrible thoughts drowning and repelling every sound anything made. Before I knew it I stood on the top of the hill and he told me to go down first. As embarrassing to say I never went down with a clean slide. I tripped and fell off balance as many times a clumsy 9 year old can. The kids in my group already started talking about me behind my back, ridiculing me with their cruel comments. I saw a private place where I thought no one would find me and laid down with my arms over my knees and cried my heart …show more content…
“Come over here! I’ll let you cut the line, don’t worry!” I rushed to his side and entered the escalator with him by my side once more, but this time felt different. I felt this feeling of determination burning in my body. My one and only goal was to slide down that hill without tripping and falling. As I reach the top and get read to slide down, my instructor smiles a big smile to me. I blasted off at full speed and I curve around the small tree saplings and rushed through the snow. My heart began to beat as fast as a race car and adrenaline starts to kick into my system. I zoom right in between two trees and I see the end. I slow my pace down but I realized that that was the wrong move. I slowed down too fast and I trip over myself and roll down the cliff. My face hits the snow face forward and I taste the bitter sweetness of defeat. But I smiled. I smiled because this time I learned my mistake. Eventually I did get it down after a few more times and looking back I still smile at that memory today. To anyone listening it may seem like a generic story, but to me it holds a special place in my heart to this day. After the ski trip my instructor saw me taking off my gear and got ready to go rest at the hotel. “Good job, kid! You hung in there real good!” Mr. Smith said. “Remember to never give up, ok?” I nodded, never knowing that the lesson that he taught me was one I’d go by the rest of my life. Perseverance