My Paper for English
I have to write a Personal Narrative in my English class. I'm doing mine on the time I learned how to ski. (I'm not a huge skier, but I had no other ideas.) (BTW I copy and pasted this from Microsoft Word and for some reason, the quotation marks turned into â. I don't know why. So, an â is a quotation mark.)
Well... Here goes...
The snow flying into my face and sending a chill into my skin, the speed of me descending to the bottom of the mountain, and the joy of me finishing my quest to the end of the trail all please me as I ski. Skiing is one of my favorite winter sports, and I ski very well. That was not quite the case when I was nine years old.
“We should go skiing!” my father told us excitedly. We were staying in our house up in the Pocono Mountains some time in January. Our entire family agreed because none of us have ever skied before. The seven of us all hopped into our tank of a car and drove to the Big Boulder Ski Resort. When we arrived, we purchased our tickets and rented boots, poles, and skis. Once all of that business was taken care of, we went out into the snow and went to ski school.
At ski school, my brother and my sister learned the basics of skiing. My two younger sisters went snow tubing with my mother. There was a ski instructor that taught the three of us about everything we needed to know. “To slow down, do a pizza by moving your skis into a V-shape,” was one of his advices on the mountain. We were on a bunny hill, which is a very small, gentle, and easy for beginners. My sister was doing a phenomenal job. However, that was not the case for my brother and me. We could not keep our balance on the two skis. Then, the instructor took my sister on a more superior hill and told my brother and me to stay there.
A few minutes later, I saw my sister reach the base of the hill perfectly. She was able to ski, and I was not. I refused to give up. I kept trying to ski and I started to get the hang of it. Next, the ski instructor saw how I was doing, and he was pleased. “Eric, how about I take you up the hill.” I was very excited to ski down the hill, because I was trying so hard. I then went on the chairlift to get to the top. In a few moments, I was on the acme of the hill about to lower into the foundation of the foothill. Without any fears, I started moving forward. I was doing everything he said. I was trying so hard, and suddenly, I tumbled into the snow. For a first-time skier, I was very bad at standing back up. The instructor grabbed me and said, “Keep trying. See if you can reach the bottom without falling.” I looked down. Seeing that the end was not too far, I started down again. Once again, I was doing everything he said to do, but only this time, I did it with perfection. I landed on flat ground without any hassle. The feeling of reaching the bottom made me extremely excited! I could ski!
My persistence to learn how to ski shows that I was able to keep trying and not let anything discourage me. Skiing is still one of my favorite winter sports, and I try to go every winter. For all things someone tries to succeed, all he needs to do is to try.
“We should go skiing!” my father told us excitedly. We were staying in our house up in the Pocono Mountains some time in January. Our entire family agreed because none of us have ever skied before. The seven of us all hopped into our tank of a car and drove to the Big Boulder Ski Resort. When we arrived, we purchased our tickets and rented boots, poles, and skis. Once all of that business was taken care of, we went out into the snow and went to ski school.
At ski school, my brother and my sister learned the basics of skiing. My two younger sisters went snow tubing with my mother. There was a ski instructor that taught the three of us about everything we needed to know. “To slow down, do a pizza by moving your skis into a V-shape,” was one of his advices on the mountain. We were on a bunny hill, which is a very small, gentle, and easy for beginners. My sister was doing a phenomenal job. However, that was not the case for my brother and me. We could not keep our balance on the two skis. Then, the instructor took my sister on a more superior hill and told my brother and me to stay there.
A few minutes later, I saw my sister reach the base of the hill perfectly. She was able to ski, and I was not. I refused to give up. I kept trying to ski and I started to get the hang of it. Next, the ski instructor saw how I was doing, and he was pleased. “Eric, how about I take you up the hill.” I was very excited to ski down the hill, because I was trying so hard. I then went on the chairlift to get to the top. In a few moments, I was on the acme of the hill about to lower into the foundation of the foothill. Without any fears, I started moving forward. I was doing everything he said. I was trying so hard, and suddenly, I tumbled into the snow. For a first-time skier, I was very bad at standing back up. The instructor grabbed me and said, “Keep trying. See if you can reach the bottom without falling.” I looked down. Seeing that the end was not too far, I started down again. Once again, I was doing everything he said to do, but only this time, I did it with perfection. I landed on flat ground without any hassle. The feeling of reaching the bottom made me extremely excited! I could ski!
My persistence to learn how to ski shows that I was able to keep trying and not let anything discourage me. Skiing is still one of my favorite winter sports, and I try to go every winter. For all things someone tries to succeed, all he needs to do is to try.
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