Personal Narrative: Snowboarding

The pain that shot through my veins and in my leg was like when I try to lick soup that has just came out of the stove. The agony I felt when I realized my feet weren't straight told me that I was in trouble. I knew I had to do something because if not I would be left stranded on a mountain. I will never forget the moment I broke both of my ankles. The wind blew in my face as the fresh fallen snow was packed and hardened, leaving a perfect trail for snowboarding. As a novice snowboarder racing probably wasn't a great idea but as a ten year old boy I could care less. The race began at the top of the mountain where the ski lift drops people off, and then begin the descend down the mountain slowly at first then speeding up quickly. My snowboarding