The Firsts: Skiing On Hills

I woke up and my eyes fluttered open. I immediately ran downstairs for breakfast. “C’mon” my dad called to me, “ we’re going on a ski trip!” “Yay” I shouted. Soon we were all ready for the ski trip. At the moment I was very happy, excited, and restless. In the car, I read a book to pass time.

When we reached, I hopped out and hastily ran to the skiing place. I filled out a form and got my ski gear. I quickly clipped the boots to my ski’s and picked up the poles. We slowly walked to the lesson area. When I had trouble sidestepping, I went to a below level to learn. I slowly caught up and soon was doing the same. After a hard time, I finally learned the wedge, and turns. Soon I was ready to go onto the hills with a coach. There we practiced even more. Not long after, I was doing the hills on my own. The solo lift rides up the hills were fascinating. I don't remember the count of times I went up in lift and down with ski, and I felt a sense of freedom and independence that I haven't felt before.

The weather couldn't be better; 34 degree F temperature, fresh snow covered hills, and the bright light of 9 AM morning filled the sky. The brightness of the surroundings reflected on our faces and is caught  in a selfie my dad took with me and my big bro.

They were 3 hills to choose from at my level: Frosty (hardest) Powder Puff (middle) Snowflake (easiest). After falling badly on Powder Puff, I quit to Snowflake. When the skiing place was almost closing, I had a choice to go on Powder Puff. But because of my fall I didn’t. When I took off my boots and put on my shoes they felt very loose. It was because I had just worn very tight boots, and I was in them for over 8 hours!

As soon as we started driving, I looked out and saw a beautiful landscape stretching far and wide. To me this skiing trip was a very good experience being in nature and I realized for the first time how much I enjoy my own company.

Writing Girl (WG)

A selfie my dad took with me and my big bro.