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Personal Narrative: My First Time Skiing

University/College: University of Arkansas System
Date: January 5, 2018
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Personal Narrative: My First Time Skiing

There is a first time for everything. Some first time experiences aren’t so important while others we will never forget. One first time experience I will never forget is the first time I went skiing. I remember being lifted on the ski lift chair. The memory of being on top of the high hill with the feeling I am going to puke will be with me forever. The most memorable moment of this whole experience will be the first time I went speeding down the hill and thinking I am going to hit a tree and die! I felt myself being lifted on to the SSL lift chair with the most excited feeling I have ever had.

As the chair goes up I see this beautiful view of people coming down this huge hill with their big coats and these trees right ahead of them. This was my first time In Lake Tahoe and my first time skills. I am In a sled-Like SSL chair called a bal-SSL. It has two has two skis on the bottom, and two small skis attached to the side, which are kind of like training wheels. I remember reaching the top of the hill with a very excited feeling. As I got to the top, the instructor at the top helped me off the chair. I waited for the other instructor to explain how I control my movements.

While he was talking, all I thought about was hitting a tree and embarrassing myself. I Just stood there looking at his red nose and chapped lips. He finally said something I found useful, he told me to lean whichever way I wanted to steer. After he finished explaining, I Just went down that big hill of snow. I am so excited and scared at the same time, speeding down the hill so fast that I think I might just lose control and hit a tree. All I hear is the wind roaring in my ears. I see a tree in front of me and lean to left and miss it by a hair!

Zigzagging to the left and to right helps me slow down. After coming down that hill I went up to the Meadow run. The Meadow run is steeper which means more steering! Coming down the Meadow run is even better than the regular hill. As I slow down towards the ground, I see my parents waiting for me. They stood there holding one another with very worried looks on their faces. By the looks on their faces you would think someone died! They seemed more afraid than I did. After I finally reached the ground, my parents held out their arms for me.

I ran to them with the hastiest look on my face. I asked my parents If they wanted to try, but they Insisted they Just watch me. bal-SSL and going so fast. I was starting to get better and better at steering as I went on. Getting off the lift was a bit scary at the beginning since I thought I was going to fall over. The instructor at the top had to remove a strap attaching the bike to the lift chair, which was about twenty feet above the ground; I could have plunged to the ground! I couldn’t wait until the next day because I was going to ski on the advanced e year after

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