Personal Narrative: The Joy Of Skiing Essay

Skiing was not my forte or my favorite activity to do. My emotions were enraged at the way I tumbled down the slope. My body ached by falling and tumbling through the freezing cold snow and ice. Home sounded so marvelous right now, anywhere but here, my confidence had hit rock bottom. My face red and frozen from sobbing. I concluded that there was some other way down, nevertheless there wasn’t.

It was a gorgeous day about five years ago. My family and I had left to Sugar mountain to practice skiing for our upcoming trip. We decided to stay for the long weekend of Labor day. It was my first time skiing and I had attended two ski lessons already. The sky there was as blue as the ocean and the air light as a feather. My excitement was through the roof, except for the part about billions of people around me making me feel like I was trapped on a slave boat.

Still, I was thrilled to the thought of being able to go up a real slope just like my parents had every weekend as kids, since they grew up in Wisconsin and Illinois. Thinking to myself about how I would be amazing on my first try. Going down many black mountains, the hardest level. Suddenly, reality struck and I knew it would take practice and patience. I was fascinated by the people skiing down the hill like they had done it since they started walking, and I had always hoped to become great at something like skiing.

I started going on “the easy”green hills to practice the first day. The second day after a campfire and a good night’s slumber, I started to get more comfortable.“I’m still not ready”, I said. “That’s okay you will get there.” My mom said. Every day we rushed out early to get down at least one hill before the crowd came in. I had fallen over a million times in the icy snow. Frustrated by the freezing cold snow in my snowsuit and the snow blowers making it impossible to see through my goggles.”I hate this!” I began to go down more and more hills made it easier and me thrilled. My confidence was at an ultimate high, I was ready to go!

It was the last day, we were going up to the top of the mountain to ride a blue course all the way down. My level was definitely not ready for the diamonds, blues were my style, not too easy but not too hard. The lift up must of taken at least 45 minutes. The air blowing on you when you are already as cold as a snowman made me feel frigid.

The trees swaying in the air and the smell of hot cocoa as we passed a rest stop on the hill. I was so anxious to get to the bottom and sit in a warm room, but excited to show my moves. When we got to the top we realized we had gone up the wrong lift, and that meant the only way down was the black diamonds. Furious, I knew that I was not going to enjoy the way down. “You knew didn’t you?” Blaming everyone around me. Then starting down the slope, falling at least twice every minute.

My face was red and I was unable to see anything, the fear of frostbite overtook me because I was so cold. Just waiting for this to be over with! Tress appeared out of nowhere and snow made its way through my gloves. My hands were as cold as a witch’s heart. I must of made it down after 400 hours of tears and madness. When we got down to the base of the mountain there was Sam and my Dad waiting to go to lunch. My stomach was not up for it after tossing and turning. I just wanted to go home and be alone, so off I marched to the hotel room. Waiting for them to go down one hill and come back. I was left with an hour of heat and a hotel room all to myself. Might of sounded extravagant now, but it seemed awful at the time.

When they got back, I was ready to go again, but it was time to go home now. I had been defeated by a mountain. I let it get the best of me, after I was left with a two hour car ride I realized when I get to go back I will use the time I have wisely. I might take a break, but when you are given something your parents worked hard to give to you, you should use it. I had took my time for granted. I knew now that when we went on our skiing trip I would be the one my parents would be dragging behind. When you are faced with a challenge you should use it to your advantage to learn and try to make a good time out of it.