“Let’s snowboard on our sleds,” John-Michael suggested enthusiastically. It was a perfect day to go sledding. The snow was a couple days old and there was no ice. It wasn’t very cold either, so we didn’t have to worry about our eyes freezing shut. “Let’s ask dad first,” I replied. My super cautious dad was most likely going to say no, but it was worth a try. Heats pounding with anticipation we walked up to our father, determined to convince our father to let us snowboard on our sleds. “No,” he said. “But dad,” we whined. “Remember what happened to your Grandpa?” Years earlier my Grandfather had broken his neck snowboarding on a sled. Ambitious to try snowboarding, we pushed our point further, “We’ll be safe, and we won’t fall.” My dad …show more content…
A jolt of pain traveled up my leg and everything went black for a brisk second. Letting nothing stop me, I picked myself up. A thousand jolts of electricity shot through the ground and straight up my leg. I fell to the ground; the world started to spin and grew dimmer and dimmer by the second. “Move, Rachel; otherwise, I’m going to run you over!” My brother’s voice pierced through the darkness and brought me back to reality, I tried to get up again. A million bees stung my leg. “Move, Rachel! I’m going to run you over.” “I can’t get up John-Michael, my leg really hurts,” I cried. “Hurry up!” With all the strength I could muster, I stood up. Thousands of needles shot into my leg. I grimaced, but I knew I needed to move otherwise I would become a flat pancake in the snow. As I took my foot off the ground ten million fire ants bit my leg. “Nice wipe out. Let’s do it again,” John-Michael exclaimed, after he had snowboarded down the hill. “Get dad,” I sobbed.
My dad rushed over and I dreadfully told him everything that had happened. “OK, let’s walk to the car,” he said. “But I can’t, it hurts.” “Yes you can,” he insisted. Hesitantly, I tried to stand. I took one step and fell; the world was crushing my
The freezing wind had chilled my hand to the bone. Even as I walked into my cabin, I shivered as if there was an invisible man shaking me. My ears, fingers, toes, and noes had turned into a pale purple, only starting to change color once I had made a fire and bundled myself in blankets like ancient Egyptians would do to their deceased Pharaohs. The once powdered snow on my head had solidified into a thin layer of ice. I changed out of the soaking wet clothes I was wearing and put on new dry ones. With each layer I became more excited to go out and start snowboarding. I headed for the lift with my board and my hand. Each step was a struggle with the thick suit of snow gear I was armored in.
So next time you go snowboarding, keep in mind all the things that involve physics, but still have fun. Always remember the most important thing of all, safety first.
As Jonas reached the top of the hill, the chill seemed to grow from his bones. Jonas and Gabe climbed onto the red sled from the memory. He clutched Gabe closer as the sled gained speed and the trees flew by. A few feet from the base of the snowy hill, the sled broke on impact with a rock. Jonas staggered out of the snow, trying to rub warmth into the newchild, who had begun to shiver violently.
Throughout time, the progression and evolution of snowboarding has increased greatly. It has gone from non existence in the late 1970’s, to one of the most watched action sports in a matter of thirty-five years. The upward takeoff and popularity of snowboarding relies on two people, Jake Burton and Shaun White. Jake Burton back in 1977 had the vision for what snowboarding would be, but Shaun White had what it took to manifest that vision. Evidence has shown that time brings change in sports, history has repeated itself with snowboarding, this history reflects the time & changes that has occurred in America.
Interestingly enough, snowboarding was invented by Sherman Poppen in North Muskegon, Michigan, back in 1965. Nowadays, snowboarding is considered one of the most popular winter sports among teenagers. On the other hand, there are many people that don’t have the slightest idea how to ride a snowboard straight down a hill. There are four steps to learn the basic skills of snowboarding.
Cascading down frozen mountain, crystallized flakes of chilling water gracing my face with it’s presence; free falling sixty feet, only to be saved by a pillow of snow: this is why I snowboard. The pure rush of adrenaline from the sport has turned what started as a backyard hobby into an Olympic event. Though you may think snowboarding is just a board strapped to your feet; the engineering and history of it have a much richer back story.
Jake Burton Carpenter invented the first practical snowboard. As a youngster, he had always wanted to surf, but his parents would not buy him a surfboard. Coupled with his desire to be cool, Carpenter worked hard and saved his money and bought a snurfer. He modified Burton’s design. His board looked more like an oversized skateboard with waterski bindings. This gave the rider more control over the board. This was the start of modern day snowboarding. It was popular with skateboarders and surfers and gave them an alternative sport to participate in during the
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
The progression of snowboarding is one like no other. It started off in 1929 with a thin piece of plywood and rope to strap your feet in. Now they’re made of complex types of carbon, plastic and fiberglass. When snowboarding first started it was just going down a small hill on a piece of plywood. Now you can go higher, bigger and faster then anyone ever thought. Dropping off a 30 foot cliff into fresh powder is nothing out of ordinary. It’s also probably one of the best feelings anyone could ever experience.
If you can’t tell snowmobiling is a huge part of my life. It’s a good way to lose weight and have fun. You can see who is the best of the best in your group and see who the weak one is that day, but always be safe and don’t go riding by yourself and not tell no one. Start young and ride till you die and always be
James has made it to the pile of snow. “Stop poking it and let me see.”
Brilliant white snow rushes under my skis making a soft crunching sound. The wind blows through my dirty blond hair, carelessly tangling it. The smell of pine and fresh snow permeate the sharp frozen air. Beams of sunlight cascade over the powdery slopes, creating a whimsical sparkle. I hurl down the mountain. My mind lost in the moment, taking in every ounce of scenery. What I failed to notice was the large patch of ice ahead, masquerading as harmless snow. I expeditiously continued on my path toward the hidden ice. From an outsider's point of view, I imagine I would have looked much like a cartoon character slipping on a banana peel after my skis finally reached the ice.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
A blast of adrenaline charges throughout my body as I experience the initial drop. My body's weight shifts mechanically, cutting the snow in a practiced rhythm. The trail curves abruptly and I advance toward a shaded region of the mountain. Suddenly, my legs chatter violently, scraping against the concealed ice patches that pepper the trail. After overcompensating from a nearly disastrous slip, balance fails and my knees buckle helplessly. In a storm of powder snow and ski equipment, body parts collide with nature. My left hand plows forcefully into ice, cracking painfully at the wrist. For an eternity of 30 seconds, my body somersaults downward, moguls of ice toy with my head and further agonize my broken wrist. Ultimately veering into underbrush and pine trees, my cheeks burn, my broken wrist surging with pain. Standing up confused, I attempt climbing the mountain but lose another 20 feet to the force of gravity.
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.