Personal Narrative: Sliding Down The Slopes

Sliding Down The Slopes
Skiing is one big, sharing hobby that everyone in our family enjoys… even my mom can do it! It’s such a fun bonding time, and we always go over Christmas break. We usually go to Minnesota, but this time we went to Galena, Illinois to Chestnut Mountain Resort!
The first hill I went down was a green. The easiest one there. I was nervous, since I always forget how to ski every time we go, and I had lots of pressure on me not to get hurt. I went down it knowing it was easy. I suddenly forgot how to stop, then needed to stop because a big rocky cliff was coming at me fast. I ended up falling, and my brother was laughing, because I just went straight down. My brother showed me how to stop, and I never fell down again on that three day trip. My family members on the other hand, took many other falls, but I’ll get to that later.
I thought I was going to be on the green the whole trip.
I used to go down everything, but now I was scared I would be out of sports. My sister just got a snowboard; she went at a slow pace. It was either staying with her the whole time and going on easy hills, or going with my brothers, who shook hands to go on every hill, even the difficult ones. I didn’t want to go on hard or easy hills, I wanted to go my own pace. The first day I kept it easy, but the next day Sophia switched to skis so she could go with us. My brothers convinced her to go down a black diamond, which didn’t turn out well. She ended up taking off her skis and slid down her bottom the whole way! So we just went down blues together while the boys went down life threatening hills, well what I thought were life
threatening.
The last day, however, was totally different. Sophia and I were pros by then and thought we were awesome sliding through blues. There was a black that was short, so our brothers persuaded us a ton. We decided we would go, but we needed music playing. It was a song saying “I’m not afraid!” As I was coming to it, I saw a sign that read Experts Only. I thought, “Oh crap.” I was at the top and could not see the bottom, it was a huge drop off. I just went for it and it wasn’t bad at all! My sister and I felt like we could do anything now!
After that hill I could say I went down every hill… except for the warpath. So many people would fall down it because it was icy, even my dad, and he never wipes out. It was a big no for me. I was terrified of it. I got butterflies in my stomach just looking at it. It was the last day and almost time to go. I didn't want to break my leg since I made it this far. But somehow, somehow, I have no idea how, I was convinced. I was at the top of the mountain, a train roaring by at the end of the hill, with wind blowing in my face, deciding to go down this monster or not. Just like that, I just went forward. Literally. I did a couple turns, but other than that, I just went straight down that thing. I passed all my siblings and almost hit a poor old man that was stuck. I sped down that thing so fast that I thought I was going to die if I made one mistake. I finally reached the bottom, turned my head to say something to my sister, to see that they weren’t there. I looked up at the top to see my siblings stopped in the middle of the hill with their skis and poles sliding down the hill, with my sister sliding down with them! It was the funniest sight I have ever seen! I ended up going down that monster again, so that my sister didn’t have to leave off on a wipe out. Skiing is something my entire family enjoys that makes lots of memories, especially wipe out ones. Chestnut Mountain will not be forgotten!