Skiing

Now that the winter season is here I am looking forward to doing one of my favorite activities, skiing. I have been downhill skiing for about four years now, and I have finally got the hang of it. Over winter break my friends and I get a month long pass at the local ski hill, Welch Village. Almost every day over break we wake up early and go skiing for the day.

I haven't always enjoyed skiing though. The first time I went I was a sophomore in high school. We drove up to the ski lodge and all I could see was steep hills, with skiers flying down them. I began to feel nervous and wasn't sure if I really wanted to go skiing anymore. My friends convinced me, and I rented my equipment. I put my skis on right before the ski lift and didn't realize how hard it was to move. I used my poles to push myself toward the ski lift, but ended up falling and caused the ski lift operator to stop the lift. I got back on my feet and took a seat on the ski lift. After a short ride up the hill it was time to get off. I boosted myself out of the ski lift and once again I fell, and caused the ski lift operator to stop the ski lift. My friends taught me the proper techniques to stop, weave, and keep my balance. After practicing on the smaller hills for a while I thought I was ready for a little bigger hill. So we rode up on the ski lift to the more difficult hills. We started skiing down the hill but somehow veered off to the wrong path and ended up going down the most difficult hill. Well actually I didn't really ski down the hill but rather fell down the hill. After my first ski trip I was sore for several days, and wasn't sure if skiing was for me. A few days later my friend asked me if I wanted to go skiing again and I agreed. This time things went more smoothly and I found a new hobby.