Personal Narrative: The Joy Of Skiing

The blue sky that had once cocooned me started to grow dimmer and greyer and darker My heart began to quicken, my stomach began to churn, and adrenaline took away any of the pain I had been feeling. My mom waved us into a small convenience store that could’ve been right out of the 1960s. We waited inside in our cold drenched clothes for about 20 minutes until my dad and Michael arrived. As I secretly thanked God for the storm, I felt a little guilty that I must’ve willed this to happen. But that guilt disappeared pretty quickly as I saw my dad’s car pull into the parking lot! However, there was a small problem… the car was not able to fit all the bikes with all of us in the car.
Of course, I made the tremendous sacrifice and gave up the opportunity to bike back. So, …show more content…
Although the act of watching them slowly begin the journey back home, and watching them sluggishly pedal, made the tiniest ounce of guilt began to creep into the back of my mind, these feelings of regret that clung to my consciousness quickly faded off from my train of thought as I wandered back to my inability to understand the appeal of skiing.
After many winters of unhappily skiing down the mountain, which usually ended up in tears (I really don’t understand why, but I always cry when I ski), I decided to try snowboarding. By this time, I had just started my 7th grade year at Nobles and even then, my bitter hatred for skiing had not subsided. I was eager to try this new sport because my thought was that literally anything would be better than skiing. As soon as I told my parents, they immediately signed me up for lessons, excited to send me off to . Lets just say that I was very vocal about my abhorrence to this egregious sport and so my parents were thrilled to send me off so that they could enjoy a day of skiing without me. I got to the ski (snowboarding) school and immediately realized that it was not going to be much better than skiing. I had been put in the