Frozen toes and red ears. Pink windburned cheeks and chapped lips. Can you feel it? The rush of cold winter air over your face. Can you picture it? A winter wonderland with slopes, lifts, and free people. Spotlights shining down on you and illuminating the glistening snow. Sundown, a place people go for thrills and fun during the winter. Not everyone departs with a good memory in mind. If you’re not careful you might leave with a traumatic experience and broken bones. Sundown is a place not too far from here. It is located in Asbury, Iowa. It’s a cold place with warm buildings and greasy food.
Not a place for everyone.
But a place for someone like me.
As you arrive, from a mile down the road you can see the snow twinkling in the light. …show more content…
The anticipation of what’s to come. The cold air swirling around you and inhaled into your lungs. It’s refreshing. As you exhale your breath is visible to the people around you. You latch your bindings and fix yourself. You wait patiently for a break in the amount of people covering the hill. Ready. Set. Go. You are off. The wind blowing behind you. You carve the snow making sure there is no one in a close distance to you. You brace yourself for the corner that always seems to be icy. You feel the ice under your board. It’s almost like it is reaching up onto your board to pull you down. Little ice monsters to make sure you fail. But you don’t. You find yourself full of energy from that last corner. You feel like you can do anything. Nothing can slow you down. Except maybe the Skiers in red jackets. You know the ski patrol? They’re there to ruin your fun right? Probably not, but that’s what it seems like. As you continue down the hill, hoping that anytime you don’t become a rag to wipe the snow. When you finally make it to the bottom, you feel great. The accomplished feeling of making it down without injuring yourself. You feel free and …show more content…
I was terrified. I didn’t think I was qualified to do this since I only knew how to ski. I didn’t think my balance was that great. It really wasn’t. I couldn’t stand up to save my life. It was humiliating. I just wanted to be like the snowboarders on TV. Especially my favorite, Mark McMorris, we are married, but he and his girlfriend don’t know it yet. My impression of a snowboarder was someone who is looked up to and could do great things like 360’s and back-flips. That’s all I wanted, but I couldn’t even stand up. Pathetic. Little kids would fly past me with no problem. It was so frustrating. How could they be able to do this? I was so terrible that my instructor, some creepy old guy named Dave or something, held my hand all the way down the bunny hill. Oh boy. Embarrassing. I flinched when he grabbed for my hands. I felt the heat rising to my cheeks as we made our way down slowly but surely. Why was this happening, I thought to myself. I didn’t want to make eye contact. He told me this was to help me keep my balance. At that point I’d rather be tripping over myself than die of embarrassment. We crept down the bunny hill as slow as possible. I was hoping no one witnessed this utterly humiliating situation. That would be the end for me. This hour long lesson couldn’t end sooner. I just wanted this to be over for good. There’s no way in hell I could do this. Maybe I would be better off switching back to boring old
Not a place for everyone.
But a place for someone like me.
As you arrive, from a mile down the road you can see the snow twinkling in the light. …show more content…
The anticipation of what’s to come. The cold air swirling around you and inhaled into your lungs. It’s refreshing. As you exhale your breath is visible to the people around you. You latch your bindings and fix yourself. You wait patiently for a break in the amount of people covering the hill. Ready. Set. Go. You are off. The wind blowing behind you. You carve the snow making sure there is no one in a close distance to you. You brace yourself for the corner that always seems to be icy. You feel the ice under your board. It’s almost like it is reaching up onto your board to pull you down. Little ice monsters to make sure you fail. But you don’t. You find yourself full of energy from that last corner. You feel like you can do anything. Nothing can slow you down. Except maybe the Skiers in red jackets. You know the ski patrol? They’re there to ruin your fun right? Probably not, but that’s what it seems like. As you continue down the hill, hoping that anytime you don’t become a rag to wipe the snow. When you finally make it to the bottom, you feel great. The accomplished feeling of making it down without injuring yourself. You feel free and …show more content…
I was terrified. I didn’t think I was qualified to do this since I only knew how to ski. I didn’t think my balance was that great. It really wasn’t. I couldn’t stand up to save my life. It was humiliating. I just wanted to be like the snowboarders on TV. Especially my favorite, Mark McMorris, we are married, but he and his girlfriend don’t know it yet. My impression of a snowboarder was someone who is looked up to and could do great things like 360’s and back-flips. That’s all I wanted, but I couldn’t even stand up. Pathetic. Little kids would fly past me with no problem. It was so frustrating. How could they be able to do this? I was so terrible that my instructor, some creepy old guy named Dave or something, held my hand all the way down the bunny hill. Oh boy. Embarrassing. I flinched when he grabbed for my hands. I felt the heat rising to my cheeks as we made our way down slowly but surely. Why was this happening, I thought to myself. I didn’t want to make eye contact. He told me this was to help me keep my balance. At that point I’d rather be tripping over myself than die of embarrassment. We crept down the bunny hill as slow as possible. I was hoping no one witnessed this utterly humiliating situation. That would be the end for me. This hour long lesson couldn’t end sooner. I just wanted this to be over for good. There’s no way in hell I could do this. Maybe I would be better off switching back to boring old