Personal Narrative: My Sense Of Freedom Of Ski

I was eight when I first stepped onto the icy slopes where people glide side to side down the steep hills of tall mountains. Mastering the “pizza” and “fries” on the baby bunny hill, I was no Olympic skier my first time. Skiing for the first time was a chilling and daunting experience, but once I accomplished the skill of not falling, I soon fell in love. I have ventured on multiple ski trips since and each has been more exhilarating than the last. There is a true sense of freedom that some people can only imagine, standing on top of a peak, miles of emptiness all around you - no cars, buildings, or roads - just the mountain, the wind, and yourself.
Standing at an elevation of about 5,500 feet, you find yourself stopping to take a look around