Personal Narrative: My First Year Skiing

Suddenly, I was airborne. Everything went black, and I mean BLACK. That was the start of an experience that taught me to try new things.
It happened to be my first year skiing. I flew around like a drunken man when we started, falling every time I stood up. To be honest, I was embarrassed but also determined. Slowly, day by day I improved. It was grueling but I did it. By the final day of skiing I was the best in the group. That same day, sometime in the beginning of January, I was at lessons. Everything went fine. Nothing special happened to me. When we had free time I decided to do something I had never done before. My target was Turkey Terrain and its gigantic ramp. I messed around before the ramp doing little box jumps and falling (of course). Finally, it was time for the ramp. Now you have to realize this wasn’t any old crappy ramp. No, this was a giant, at least as tall as me. …show more content…
I am not proud to admit that I almost chickened out. I mean hey who can blame me? It was the first ramp of my life. I had something to prove, but I wasn’t going to get myself killed doing it. Nevertheless, I continued my descent toward the ramp. The snow all around was chalky and cut up by the snowboarders (I hate snowboarders, sorry if you are a snowboarder). Deep grooves were worn in the center. I think the middle was at least a foot below its original height. The sun had long gone down. The moon and stars were bright in the sky. It was just beautiful. Alone and proud, I hit it. Now I don’t know if you have ever flown off a ramp and sort of blacked out but that is exactly what I did. I am pretty sure that it was adrenaline, but I had fallen down so much that I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had a minor