Personal Narrative: The Joy Of Skiing

“Let’s hit the slopes!” This is what everyone says when going skiing. Especially in my situation. It was my seventh grade year, I had never been skiing before, but I was ready to go. I had on my snowsuit, three different hoodies, a hat, a scarf, gloves, and extra fuzzy socks. Could I have been more prepared? In my head I couldn’t have, but hitting the slopes would tell me something completely different.
My best friend at the time and I made our way into our bulky ski gear. We talked each other up and we felt confident. The next thing on our agenda was to ride the ski lift right up to the most challenging slope, black diamond. Once we arrived at the top, I took a deep breath in, and a long cry out. This slope haunted me just by looking down. That wasn’t going to stop us though, or so we thought. Kayla, my best friend, took the first few steps out and said, “Come on, we will be fine!” So I moved my already shaking legs a few feet closer to the “fun”. It was beautiful up there, trees the size of giants, drop offs as deep as the lowest point in the ocean, and little us. …show more content…
It was time to begin skiing. I moved into position, knees bent, hands on my ski poles, and took off. Just a few seconds in I began to regret this choice. The giant trees were getting closer and closer, until I was nearly face to trunk with one. My first instinct was to sit down, so I did just that. There I was, two feet away from the tree that was going to press a bark print right into my face. Kayla knew we had messed up right when she saw me sit down. She sat down and we crawled across the mountain top to sit next to each other. Here we would wait, and wait, and wait. Finally, someone came to our rescue. Apparently the men, women, and children passing by thought we needed