My first skiing trip to Brighton Ski Resort: Ski Pro - My Family Travels

I have seen the beautiful mountains of Utah many of times. I have always dreamed about skiing on those snow covered mountains. Dreamed about how I would be a natural because it was in my blood. I would strap on my skis, ride the ski lift to the top, and glide down the mountain with skill. I could just picture me finishing a slope and an Olympic scout coming and that he wanted me to start training for the next winter Olympics. I would be a gold medalist and not to mention the youngest skier to ever compete in the winter Olympics. However, it wasn’t until the spring of my sophomore year that I got to go.

When we arrived at the ski resort I was excited, and finally ready to show everyone up with my hidden talent. But my dad wanted to make sure that we knew what we were doing, so he took us to a tow rope. I was a little embarrassed at the thought of having to hold on to the tow rope and ride up, because it was mostly little kids and then there was me. I learned all about making pizzas and French fries with the skis. Alright, I thought to myself, make French fries with my skis to go straight and make a pizza to slow down, this is easy enough, let’s hit the real slopes.

I got such a thrill standing while standing in line to get on the ski lift. I was finally going to do it, finally going to live out my dream and ski. My dad had briefly explained that I should slowly ski over the line and stand, the bench would swing around and I would know when to sit because it would force me to sit. I handled that with ease. The lift slowly got higher and I started to get a little nervous, not to mention scared because the lift was so high off the ground. I hadn’t realized how high up the lift actually got, but I was finding out how tall and rocky it was. After the slow ascend up the mountain, it was now time to start my career as a professional skier.

I started off pretty good compared to my older sister, who was a little shaky. She fell once or twice before we even started our way down the slope. I laughed to myself, thinking how funny she looked because she was the only one who had fallen. I was so glad that I got the good skiing genes.

I enjoyed the wind on my face, cool and refreshing. I was so caught up in how fun it was I didn’t notice how fast I was going or where I was headed. I began to panic a little, I was going fast. I tried pizzaing and then tried to make a bigger pizza. But it was no use I wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Before I knew what happened I ran into a tree.

I was not doing a very good job looking like a natural pro skier. I had to have the help of my sister and her friend to get me up and back on my skis. I was so embarrassed. I had failed miserably and had probably blown my chance at ever going pro, but I had fun.

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