Personal Narrative: Skiing

Trying new things can be tough. Facing our fears is something many people refuse to do. I had to face my fears this past weekend, when my family decided to go on a skiing trip. I woke up around seven thirty or eight o’clock on Sunday morning. My mom, younger brother, and I stayed at my mom’s boyfriend’s house the night before. The original plan was to get up around five in the morning to get to the ski resort earlier, but we ended up sleeping in a little bit longer than expected. My mom woke me up by tickling my nose with a feather. With aggravation, I hurried up and opened my eyes and yelled at her. When I woke up, my mom started laughing at me. My younger brother, Mason, took forever to get himself ready. Everyone was up and ready within the next hour.
We were on our way to Paoli Peaks in Indiana, about
This wasn’t Jesse’s first rodeo, but it was for the rest of us. He signed us up for a skiing lesson while we were there. Lessons were every hour. All of us had to wait thirty minutes for the next lesson to start. In the meantime, there was a small ski slope that they had for beginners to go down. To waste time, we decided to see how much we could do with ourselves without a lesson. Not even three minutes after my mom and I had put our skis on, my mom began sliding down the slope. She didn’t know how to do anything so she fell. The look on her face looked like she was ready to murder someone. As soon as she fell, it instantly puts her in a bad mood. I, being the funny person I am, though I had no idea what I was doing and yelled to my mom, “ Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll help you!” Well, as I walked over to help her up, I started sliding and I had no idea what to do and I ended up falling down right next to her. I turned my mom’s frown upside down. She started laughing at me. I was kind of aggravated that I fell, but me falling made my mom in a better mood, so I wasn’t really