Standing in awe, cold air permeated through my
hair. The smell
of fresh and
minty pine scent complimented the beautiful vantage of the
wilderness. With my boots wedged in the snow, a shiver
took over my
body. This is was a place of peacefulness and
tranquility. Never
before had I been
so close with nature.
Facing the north was the vast forest. To the left and right, only
the crystal white
snow was visible. While looking up, I
caught a
glimpse of the
old ski lift, the solo apparatus which was my passport to
this great
adventure. All that could be heard was
the sweet chirping of
birds nestled
upon tree branches. "This is indeed
a moment to
remember." I thought to myself. Being that close to nature could put
anyone in a state
of nirvana.
As I stood admiring the clear blue sky and the
world around me, I
was interrupted
by my friends' constant taunting, "Come on, let's go!"
They were not
rookies. They had experienced the sport
of skiing and
the atmosphere
around it and were not as enthusiastic toward the
surroundings as I
was. Their calls became louder, with
annoyance. I
stepped up to the
edge of a great slope. The steepness of
this colossal
block of snow I
stood upon, was frightening. The only
was to go was
down. I took a deep breath with no worries, for
this was not the first
time I was
confronted with a suicide mission. In a
heartbeat, the
exhilarating
feeling of going downhill on a pair of thin skis took over.
The breeze rushed
through my hair and flew vigorously.
Veering left
and right,
dodging inanimate objects, and racing with my buddies at the
same time was
truly a thrilling feeling, although dangerous.
Flying
down a slope at
fifty miles and hour, I felt as if I could leap up and fly
away just like an
eagle taking off. Skiing was indeed an
incredible
feeling.
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