Personal Narrative: Sliding Down The Slopes
Sliding Down The Slopes
Skiing is one big, sharing hobby that everyone in our family enjoys… even my mom can do it! It’s such a fun bonding time, and we always go over Christmas break. We usually go to Minnesota, but this time we went to Galena, Illinois to Chestnut Mountain Resort!
The first hill I went down was a green. The easiest one there. I was nervous, since I always forget how to ski every time we go, and I had lots of pressure on me not to get hurt. I went down it knowing it was easy. I suddenly forgot how to stop, then needed to stop because a big rocky cliff was coming at me fast. I ended up falling, and my brother was laughing, because I just went straight down. My brother showed me how to stop, and I never fell down again on that three day trip. My family members on the other hand, took many other falls, but I’ll get to that later. …show more content…
I used to go down everything, but now I was scared I would be out of sports. My sister just got a snowboard; she went at a slow pace. It was either staying with her the whole time and going on easy hills, or going with my brothers, who shook hands to go on every hill, even the difficult ones. I didn’t want to go on hard or easy hills, I wanted to go my own pace. The first day I kept it easy, but the next day Sophia switched to skis so she could go with us. My brothers convinced her to go down a black diamond, which didn’t turn out well. She ended up taking off her skis and slid down her bottom the whole way! So we just went down blues together while the boys went down life threatening hills, well what I thought were life
Skiing is one big, sharing hobby that everyone in our family enjoys… even my mom can do it! It’s such a fun bonding time, and we always go over Christmas break. We usually go to Minnesota, but this time we went to Galena, Illinois to Chestnut Mountain Resort!
The first hill I went down was a green. The easiest one there. I was nervous, since I always forget how to ski every time we go, and I had lots of pressure on me not to get hurt. I went down it knowing it was easy. I suddenly forgot how to stop, then needed to stop because a big rocky cliff was coming at me fast. I ended up falling, and my brother was laughing, because I just went straight down. My brother showed me how to stop, and I never fell down again on that three day trip. My family members on the other hand, took many other falls, but I’ll get to that later. …show more content…
I used to go down everything, but now I was scared I would be out of sports. My sister just got a snowboard; she went at a slow pace. It was either staying with her the whole time and going on easy hills, or going with my brothers, who shook hands to go on every hill, even the difficult ones. I didn’t want to go on hard or easy hills, I wanted to go my own pace. The first day I kept it easy, but the next day Sophia switched to skis so she could go with us. My brothers convinced her to go down a black diamond, which didn’t turn out well. She ended up taking off her skis and slid down her bottom the whole way! So we just went down blues together while the boys went down life threatening hills, well what I thought were life