Personal Narrative On Skiing

As we started to pull into the long driveway my palms getting sweaty from fear and the sun rising just over Nordic Mountain. I could feel my head pounding harder and harder I couldn’t keep my past from creeping into my mind. My friends (Jacob and Daniel) seem to be pretty excited “ man I can’t wait to start skiing this is my first time this year!” Jacob said looking like he hasn’t skied in 3 years. As we pulled into the parking lot, Daniel flew open the door and waited impatiently for his skis. I got out moving as slower than a sloth and feeling sick to my stomach.

Jacob’s dad started to hand us our skis my friends, and I took off to get in line for our lift tickets. I couldn’t tell which was longer The Great Wall Of China or the line. “This line is so long it feels like it has been an hour,” Jacob said in drowsiness and sorrow. Luckily it was a good half hour to get our lift tickets. I was trying to calm myself down and tell myself what’s the worse that
My friends just stared at me with confusion “ why are you scared of skiing?” Daniel asked. “ When I was 9 the first hard, hill I went down was Nordies Narrows, I looked over the edge. I was confident and couldn’t wait so I dropped in going so fast I felt like I broke the sound barrier. Then there came the turn I whipped around the turn nice and sharp. All I could see was the snow and trees all around me I felt small and nervous. But then all of a sudden my skis dropped, stuck in a tree well the size of me and I was bucked off. My arm was broken and my face was a red ripe apple but as cold as Ice. I was laying there and I had to ride in an ambulance to Wild Rose hospital I was getting banged up pretty good. I had to spend 10 weeks in a cast and I’ve been scared of skiing ever since.” It was very hard to tell what my friends were thinking I couldn’t read their