Personal Narrative Essay: If I Jump My First Big Hill

It was a warm winter day in March. As I was getting ready for jumping, my fears started to flood my head. What if I crashed? How bad could the crash be? I was slightly nervous to jump my first big hill. I knew I was ready. My coach knew I was ready. So why was there that nagging voice in my head telling me that something was going to go wrong. I had been training all season to qualify for Junior Nationals, but I didn’t make it. Jumping my first big hill was a way to finish the season off with a bang. I was still nervous, so I did what I always did when I was nervous. I practiced getting in my inrun and thinking about what I was going to do on the jump. I repeated this process until I stopped thinking about what could go wrong today. I was standing at the top of Steamboat’s big hill waiting my turn to take my first jump on any big hill. I was the first out of four other kids to take …show more content…
I sat in my inrun gaining speed and confidence exponentially. No turning back now. I approached the end of the jump. Everything was in slow motion. I was at the end of the jump and exploded into my air flight. My skis came up to meet me instantly as I flew over the noll. I had never in my life felt so much air pushing up against my skis. I felt as if I could fly to Canada. In my peripheral vision I saw the ground. I knew this hill launches people really high in the air, but being that person in the air makes it seem a lot higher. I finally started to come out of the clouds. I wasn’t thinking about landing in a perfect telemark. I was thinking about not crashing. As I got closer and closer to the ground my skis pushed up harder. The air was tossing me around. I lost control for a split second, but pulled it together to land without a scratch. I was ecstatic. I was shaking in my boots yet I was so excited I nearly forgot to slow down. Once I realized I need to stop. I started skidding for the fence, stopping inches from the