Skiing: A Fond Rememberance Essay

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Skiing: A Fond Rememberance

I can still remember the first time I went downhill skiing. It was a cold and dry November
day. It hadn't been snowing much at the time, so most of the snow on the hills was that
slick, jet blown, artificial-ice/pseudo-snow. Not exactly what a first timer likes to
start on.My friend Michael had been trying to talk me into going on a skiing trip with him
and the local Boy Scout troop for some time. I was afraid at first; I had heard many
over-exaggerated stories from people who had claimed foul play, on the part of gravity,
while skiing. So naturally I was a bit skeptical, but Michael assured me that the best way
to learn was to just go all out and try my luck on one of the many intermediate slopes. At
the time it had sounded reasonable, so I did. I've heard it said before; "It's easier said
than done." Whoever coined that one knew what he was talking about. The first couple of
hills I only rolled, head over heels, down. After that, I graduated to skidding down on my
backside, and then on to what could pass for actually skiing. It was great, flying over
the packed snow, fighting for balance and dodging trees. It was enough to pump your heart
straight through your ribcage. Michael had told me over and over again that I had to be
ready for the tricky spots, or I'd be telling a nurse that the light at the end of the
tunnel is an over-exaggeration. Nevertheless I got cocky and decided that I could try a
black diamond slope. Michael had been trying to teach me to take sharper, shorter turns
and to crouch down to maximize speed. Now, to an experienced skier these can be handy
skills, but to a novice, they end up being just one more thing to think about while going
40 M.P.H. I tried to crouch down and pick up some speed and ended up doing an aerial front
flip with a two point header right into a patch of ice crusted snow. I lay there for
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