A Personal Narrative Essay

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, but I see those words not in details in the picture, but the stories and lesson it speaks. I look at a picture that looks like any other you would typically see. It’s only a picture of a smiling boy in a frozen forest. But to me, I see a story and a life of someone in a different mindset that I can relate to. This person was not as adventurous and I would have liked, but once it came down to it, I didn't regret involving myself in these adventures. This is where I learned one way that I live my life. The first memory I have is taking the long ride up from my home to the slopes. I remember not knowing what to expect, because I hadn't skied in several years. Let’s skip forward to the first …show more content…
The lack of that stress I feel has just made me an overall happier human. To me skiing was something I would never seriously pursue, but it was one of the things I enjoyed the most. So much in fact, that I stopped thinking logically. After about six hours of constant skiing, I decided to do a double black off of a double black, which was the most challenging course because the didn't have any triple black diamonds. I skied down and went through a short stretch of moguls. Then I merged on to the Top Gun trail. I decided to build up some speed for a couple of yards. I went to swerve to regulate my speed, but my legs were so tired that I couldn’t reduce my speed. So next thing I know, I'm going full throttle down a double black diamonds icy surface. The more speed I built up, the harder it was for me to slow down and all it did was add more stress to my legs. When you're in a situation like that, where you have little control over yourself and there is so much on the line, you have to decide to either worry or to make the best out of it. I found it in me to make the best of it. I arched my back and to pick up even more speed and flew to the bottom. I …show more content…
I did a few thing that I think that I will remember, and maybe not in a complete positive light. Once, I was spending some time with my friends on the Plum Island Beach. It was a cold day in March and we were playing a few games on the beach, and we find a plastic cube device that holds up docks. I decided to take that cube halfway along the jetty, and casting it out and using it as a raft to get back. This was not my smartest decision, because at that time of the year the water is in the thirties. Me swimming in this water for over one hundred yards was not a smart decision on my part. By the time I got back, my arms were white and I was freezing. I realized that I had to gauge what was logical to illogical and the fine line that divides