Personal Narrative: A Perfect Day For Skiing

Soft whooshing sounds rose up from beneath my skis as they slid across the soft crystal like snow glistening in the bright winter sun. The cool and crisp air was the ideal temperature for a day of skiing, not too cold to make it uncomfortable, but still cold enough to keep the snow from melting and turning slushy. With these snow conditions and bright blue skies above, all in all, it looked to be a perfect day for skiing with my family. Accompanied by my Mom, Uncle, and 4 cousins, we woke at the crack of dawn, packed the car with equipment and snacks, and began the hour and a half trek to Mount Sunapee in New Hampshire. At best, my level of skiing competence could be described as advanced-beginner. I had only been skiing for two years and was still very cautious and …show more content…
Riding the lift, I noticed the skills and style of other skiers, imaging myself with the same level of skill and grace. Gazing down at the slope, filled with excitement, I imagined myself shredding down the slope with a flurry of snow spraying in my wake. Falling as I got off the chairlift should have put my confidence back in check, but it did not. In retrospect, I should have seen this as a foreboding of what was to come. Off we pushed to the top of the trail Elliot Slope. Completely disregarding everything I had been told about controlling my speed, I went full out, limiting my turns, and racing down the slope. Wind blasted against my cheeks and tears streamed from my eyes. Tucking my poles into my armpits, I crouched down in a low tuck to become more aerodynamic, a technique I learned from watching more experienced skiers racing down the slopes. While flying down the hill, I noticed my cousins also racing down the hill and looking behind me, I could see my mother and uncle trailing far behind. And that is when everything suddenly