Personal Narrative: Mount Hood

I have only been to Mount Hood twice. The first time, I was only seven or eight, and I don’t remember much. The second trip, the one I’m writing about, happened only a few months ago. That one was really fun, and I will most certainly remember it.

We usually take trips during breaks from school, like spring break or winter break, or during the summer, but we rarely take big trips on the weekends. We left friday afternoon, right after school ended. The car ride was about 3 hours. That may not seem like a long time, but with a baby in the car, it seemed to take forever. Babies cry a lot. When we finally got to the little house that we had rented for the weekend, everyone was tired and went to sleep quickly.

The next day we went skiing. I had never skied before in my life, but both my parents are really good at it. When we went to rent equipment, I saw a four-year-old trying on a pair of skis. The logical interpretation of this, of course, was that skiing was easy enough that a four-year-old could do it. This was a mistake.

When we got outside, we started on a hill that could not have been more than 5 feet tall, and was not very steep. It wasn’t even a hill, really just a mound. It was near the
Unfortunately, this time I fell over hard, and somehow got snow up my nose. I’m not even sure how that would be possible, but somehow it happened. It was freezing cold, and my face hurt for the next 5 minutes, but it wasn’t too bad. I found that after you ski for a while, you get bruises on your calves from pressing against the rim of the ski boot. Ski boots are not like normal boots. They are two pieces of heavy plastic joined together with one joint at the ankle and lined with padding. As you can probably imagine, this gives you about the same amount of flexibility as if you stuck your foot in concrete. I suppose they have to be like this to hold your foot really steady in the ski, but they are kind of