skiing narrative
Skiing
I was raised to love the endless wonders of winter and the sparkling white flakes that fell from above. I have been exploring and enjoying them ever since I can first remember. Not surprisingly, the first sport I ever participated in was downhill skiing. My dad introduced me to it when I was only two. I have been tearing up the mountain ever since.
I may have been to young to remember but I can only imagine what I thought when my dad strapped two boards on my feet and sent me on my way. Little did I no then that it would be so much apart of my life as it is today. Need I not say that skiing is without a doubt my favorite thing to do in the entire world! I might sound like a cheesy five year old saying that but I do mean it.
It might be hard to imagine if you've never experienced it, but when I ski its a whole different world, a whole new world. All my problems and worries seem to float away with the tiny white crystals. I am left alone in peaceful world and my mind is crystal clear. It feels almost euphoric as I float down the mountain leaving a perfectly carved twisting white path behind me. I feel invincible as I descend down down until my time is up. Floating into the lift line with the hundred or so others waiting to get on. But not for long until I'm back in my somewhat imaginary world with my mind drifting slowly away. Now I cant say all of skiing is as blissful and amazing as I make it sound because for all of the worlds successes there’s catastrophe's. And well for skiing its probably crashing. If you can imagine floating down the mountain feeling like nothing can stop you well, newsflash, it can. That glorious feeling can be brutally beaten and strangled into a giant snowball bumping and rolling down the mountain with ski's and poles flying. Its not always that bad, I mean sometimes it can be kind of fun on a powder day anyways.
But who am I to talk why I lay in bed with a knee that’s the size of a grapefruit and a pair of crutches.
I was raised to love the endless wonders of winter and the sparkling white flakes that fell from above. I have been exploring and enjoying them ever since I can first remember. Not surprisingly, the first sport I ever participated in was downhill skiing. My dad introduced me to it when I was only two. I have been tearing up the mountain ever since.
I may have been to young to remember but I can only imagine what I thought when my dad strapped two boards on my feet and sent me on my way. Little did I no then that it would be so much apart of my life as it is today. Need I not say that skiing is without a doubt my favorite thing to do in the entire world! I might sound like a cheesy five year old saying that but I do mean it.
It might be hard to imagine if you've never experienced it, but when I ski its a whole different world, a whole new world. All my problems and worries seem to float away with the tiny white crystals. I am left alone in peaceful world and my mind is crystal clear. It feels almost euphoric as I float down the mountain leaving a perfectly carved twisting white path behind me. I feel invincible as I descend down down until my time is up. Floating into the lift line with the hundred or so others waiting to get on. But not for long until I'm back in my somewhat imaginary world with my mind drifting slowly away. Now I cant say all of skiing is as blissful and amazing as I make it sound because for all of the worlds successes there’s catastrophe's. And well for skiing its probably crashing. If you can imagine floating down the mountain feeling like nothing can stop you well, newsflash, it can. That glorious feeling can be brutally beaten and strangled into a giant snowball bumping and rolling down the mountain with ski's and poles flying. Its not always that bad, I mean sometimes it can be kind of fun on a powder day anyways.
But who am I to talk why I lay in bed with a knee that’s the size of a grapefruit and a pair of crutches.