Personal Narrative Essay - The Ski Trip

The Ski Trip

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.