After donning my equipment, I board the ski lift. As I go up I can see everything. There are skiers in plumes of white powder, a father guiding his child down the bunny hill, but best of all are the small dots of color zig zagging across the face of the mountain up ahead where I am bound to get off the ski lift. Of course, I plot my course as I go up the mountain’s side. After unloading from the lift, I can see everything below, from the city's lights to the sun setting over the horizon. “Here we GO!!” My sister cries as she clips her visor into place. I’m quick to follow her... …show more content…
The truth is, I am to skiing as a new bird is to flying. About three years ago, my father, sister, and I decided to go skiing. We fell at first, just like baby birds fall before they fly. However, also like birds, it wasn’t long before we were flying. That’s really what skiing is comparable to-flying, and that’s why I love