Personal Narrative Essay - The Ski Trip :: Personal Narrative Essays

The Ski Trip         Standing in awe, cold air permeated through my hair.  The smell of fresh and minty pine horn in 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 closing 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 go 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 musical theme 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 interru pted by my friends constant taunting, Come on, lets go They were not rookies.  They had experienced the sport of skiing and the atmosphere around it and were not as enthusiastic toward the purlieu 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 discharge downhill on a pair of thin skis took over.