At 6pm on a Saturday evening, Sally and her parents were on their way to go skiing for their 20th time. The whole family was extremely excited and looking forward to this, especially since the place was somewhere they’d never been to before. As they were in the car, Sally was daydreaming about what the place would look like, and wondered if her worst fear would be there: ski lifts. Everything about this scared her. The car is out in the open, has no roof, and the ride could malfunction at any time. Since this unanswered question was on her mind now, she decided to ask her parents to see if they knew. “I’m just wondering, do either of you know if there are going to be ski lifts at the place?” Both of her parents paused in confusion but didn’t …show more content…
To do this, she paid close attention to the things in front her, such as all of the skiers zooming and gliding past the trees, which now began to look like ants from above. Sally thought, “This is easy, all I have to do is look straight ahead.” As time progressed, they got closer to the end of the ride. Since Sally felt comfortable with being on the ski lift now, she built the courage to look down to the ground that was now around 200 ft below her. She looked down and she saw a group of skiers looking up and pointing at the ski lift. Sally was confused, and wondering what she was missing out on. She looked back up and noticed that the ride had stopped! In an instant, this comfortable state vanished, as this was the exact reason why she was afraid of ski lifts. Little did she know that this was not a malfunction; the technician that heard the previous conversation stopped the ride on purpose, in order to scare her. The technician’s plan was not a secret, though, as there were cameras right near the controls, so anyone who checked the recorded footage could see it. This event was about to get a whole lot worse for Sally, her parents, and the
“In high school, the kids who didn't carry their own skis called their parents to bring in assignments they'd forgotten or to ask for a ride home instead of walking or taking the late bus.”
One day Blake, Quinn, and their two friends Maggie and her boyfriend, Russ go to an amusement park together, called Darian Lake. They are clueless when they arrive as to how this event will change them forever. At the park, they ride on various rides. One of the rides was different from all of the others. It was the Kamikaze. It was a roller coaster, brand new to the park. As Blake got in line for the ride, his friends were right beside him. They were all excited to go on the new ride, but Blake was terrified. It reminded him of the time he was seven and his school bus got into a accident and went screaming over guardrails, almost to his death. He did not want to ride this new ride, however his friends pushed him to do it. Once on the ride, he was safely harnessed in and the ride took off, screaming down steep hills and loops. Everything was fine, until the structure started to shake and beams started to give way! There was now a twenty foot gap in the track! Blake thought it’d be the end of him and his friends, when he saw it. The coaster dove straight down into the gap, about to hit asphalt. Then the next thing Blake knew, the ride had ended. He waited in his seat, wondering what had happened. The ride had been built to give way like that. The coaster had still been on the track, when it fell through the big gap. He turned to the track and saw the beams that had fallen rising back again. It was all a stunt and everyone else had known about it except him! Blake went through the rest of the day shaken by it, until he met a girl at a game booth. He thought she was so beautiful and flirted with her for a little while. Her name was Cassandra. Then he won a prize from her booth, a stuffed bear. Inside the bear’s pocket, was an invite to another amusement park. He showed his friends, then looked back for the girl who’d given him the bear. She was gone and a new person was standing in her place, in control of the game. The new person didn’t know what Blake was talking about...
Tragedy, however, almost strikes as the narrator takes this break from reality. As the family reaches Miles City, Montana, the two young children become captivated by the thought of swimming in a refreshing pool. No adults are aloud into the pool area during the lunch break, but the children are still able to take a swim with the lifeguard present. As the narrator steps out of sight, the youngest girl’s curiosity captures her, and she almost drowns in the pool. Meg had nearly submerged before the mother had a vague premonition that something on this afternoon is very wrong. Running toward the pool, the girl’s parents reach her in time, but this incident seeps much deeper as the mother gains wisdom and identity from the experience.
Ethan tells Mattie that one night he will take her sledding. On the last day that Mattie will be with Ethan, she talks him into going sledding that very night. Ethan and Mattie down the most dangerous, steep icy street with a giant elm tree on the bend. Mattie can only think of how after all this fun that she will have to leave Ethan forever. An idea dawns to Mattie, if she and Ethan goes “’right into the big elm … [they would] never have to leave each other anymore’” (Wharton 63). Mattie wants to hit the big elm tree straight on to commit suicide with Ethan. Ethan and Mattie aboard the sled to their inevitable deaths. Thoughts of Zeena cloud Ethan’s mind, and the sled goes crooked on the path. The crash with the big elm, leaves Mattie paralyzed and Ethan crippled. Mattie got what she wanted, she wasn’t going to be leaving Ethan anytime
That thing was probably the most horrible thing I have ever seen. I have never been in contact with such a space consuming thing. It moved with a lack of elegance and fluidity. Snowboarders are probably the most annoying people on the earth. Don’t we have enough board related sports? Who had even invented the art of snowboarding? I had first learned to ski at the age of six, and had never even thought of learning how to snowboard. I was even annoyed at other snowboarder’s presence on the slopes and their laid back way of life. All I knew was skiing, and I loved it. When I asked my family what they thought about my skiing they said that I had a certain unique touch to it. Ever since I had learned how to ski, I had just wanted to get better and I was
80 countries have some form of ski area. Also, for the past 4 years skier visits have been estimated at around 400 million. Alpine, Cross-country and telemark are all types of skiing and at least one of them is likely to interest anyone.
There are a few things in my life I could use to write a narrative off of, one that could really strike my mind would probably be snowboarding, not even just the aspect of snowboarding but how it is something you have the ability to do to and kind of use it as a coping mechanism, just something that lets you be at peace with yourself and not worry about anything else in the world. If you were to ask a skier or another snowboarder about the feeling I am talking about. The one where you are going up the lift for the first time of the year or even before you are about to have a nice run from the summit where you are just sitting at the top before you go down the mountain and you are just one with yourself and the mountain
If there is anything that I have learned over the past 18 years, it's that, with patience and determination, I can do almost anything that I set my mind to. I fought to accomplish my goal, and with patience and determination, I made it to where I am today, and where I want to be.
I was still debating on whether or not to go on the newest and scariest ride of Schlitterbahn. Anna was humming "Jon Jacob," and acting like it was no big deal. Tennessee was practically shaking and saying, "Everything will be fine. I'll ride the kiddy slide." She was joking, but I knew that thought was probably going through her he...
When thinking of my activities, the first thing that comes to mind is lacrosse. Lacrosse has been a huge part of my life since the moment I picked up a stick. Lacrosse caught my attention because it was a challenge to get better daily. Throughout my whole life, lacrosse was my main passion and made me strive to get better. My freshman year of high school, I was the only freshman named to the varsity roster. The following year, the leaders of the team all graduated, so I decided it was my turn to establish myself as a leader on the team. Junior year, I was named team captain, and lead the team back into the WPIAL playoffs for the first time since my freshman year. That season, I was the team leader in both goals and assists. Also, I received
Getting out, they see that the dolls have become real humans and are driving behind them. “This way,” says Talula, as she takes hold of the map. Running,all three of them make it to the front of the operated machine as the next ride starts. Snapping their seatbelts the ride takes off just as all the doll people come forming in the lines to follow them. Their view is of a space enhanced rollercoaster which runs really fast.
One Saturday afternoon on Park City Mountain Resort I was skiing with one of my coaches trying to learn new tricks so I could compete next year. It was a warm spring day skiing on slush and ice trying not to catch snow snakes and landing tricks. On our way up the lift my coach, Spencer, asks me what I would like to learn next. I look at him and tell him I have not learned how to 7, 2 360's, yet so we decide to try a 5, 360 and a half, this run to set up for a 7.
It also was icy and creaky. On the way up, I saw the steepness of the two hardest slopes, Gun Barrel and Ramrod, and I anxiously asking if we were going down one of them. Of course I knew the answer was yes, but I didn’t want to believe it. When we got to the top, everybody was heading toward Ramrod. “Come on Josh, It’s pretty easy!”, declared all my friends before they started skiing.
I awoke to yet another snowy Christmas morning. I was 2 years old. My sister and I dashed into my parents room. We pounced on top of them abruptly; jolting them awake from their distant sleep. We hurried downstairs, clasped our stockings in one hand and rushed into the backroom where the Christmas tree was awaiting us.
All alone, I glance downhill and notice my left ski ensnared in distant undergrowth. One of my ski poles lies casually near the summit, trapped in a mogul crevice. The lonely winter atmosphere bestows little comfort; I am aware that the trail will stay empty until eight o'clock the next morning and therefore undertake immediate action. As I painfully peel off my left glove to inspect the damage, the monotone drone of the ski lift ceases. I stand up and detach my right ski, then ascend the powdery snowdrifts that flank the trail in search of my missing equipment. Upon attaining the altitude of my missing pole, I re-enter the steep slope.