My heart pounded so hard I was surprised it didn’t jump right out I was speeding extremely on my unsharpened skies. air being forced down my lungs, out of control on the hardest trail at lost valley. I take a breath and remember my first time I went skiing I laugh in my head and the first time I fell down on my skis: crash tumble, I fell and said, “I can’t ski!” frustratedly, my ski instructor told me that it’s “really hard work.” so again and again I tried. Each time getting more and more frustrated with each time I fell.
My ski instructor told me it natural to stink at things at first. But I just got angrier and angrier. At last, I asked frustratedly “Why can’t I ski!?” “it’s really hard but you can’t quit.” my ski instructor said. “ just take a breath” but I couldn’t take a breath my face turning red tears pouring down my eyes “I can’t ski” I yelled at the top of my lung. Then silently I tried taking a breath. It wonderful it was as if it had unclogged my brain completely I tried going down a green circle I wobbled a bit but I didn’t fall! It was wonderettes at long last I had learned how to ski I had done it. It felt really amazing the air rushing down my lungs. and what a feeling to be rushing down a mountain trees rushed by’ I felt like I was at the top of the world going faster and faster until out of nowhere a tree came into view then crash! I hit the tree with a defining crack! I was ok but I ached all over. “well at least it’s a start.” my ski instructor had told me, again and again, I tried until finally, I did it. I had gotten the hang of it. Still, a little wobble but it was ok It felt wonderful doing it what was once a struggle, felt like a breeze we did a couple more trail runs, then I met up with dad my smile so big I was surprised it didn’t stretch right off. When we got to the main lodge told exceptional stories over burgers fries and onion rings as we told stories the food tasted extra delicious and I told him about falling and being angry about not being able to ski and saying stuff about not being able to ski and crying about it and sore I told him about my day and how I learned to ski and how it was a perfect idea.
Suddenly my mind flings back to life I’m falling trees rush by as if they’re in a big hurry I’m going to hit a bench oh no. I thought. It would have been a really impressive breathtaking award-winning night if I wasn’t out of control speeding down the hardest trail at lost valley. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed. I knew I was going to crash but I was so out of control I couldn’t fall down next thing I know I’m skidding across a cement walkway I hit my head on a bench I blackout for two seconds when I do wake up I’m surrounded by a bunch of people my dad amongst them dad walks right up to me and says “are you ok?” All the ache hits my body in one short burst. “I’ve been better but I’ll be alright I guess.” after that, I got offered free hot cocoa but I declined but I didn’t decline a free ski sharpening I did one more ski trail before heading in. I got a better than ever cheeseburger with loads of ketchup and some french fries then we hit the slopes again me a little shaken up and falling twice and being very scared of heights but a little bit of caution is healthy when we got home I told my mother about my scary crash and my bruises. My mother was terrified when I told her the story and nearly fainted when I told her about the bruises and cuts and scrapes.
I had learned my lesson about being too courageous and Ambitious.