Personal Narrative

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I felt the harsh winds whip my face and the sharp pain of frozen water plash me everywhere, as I rapidly bombed down big blue. Not looking back, or pizza cutting. I carved down, descending swiftly, passing the ¨SLOW DOWN¨ sign, and ignoring it. I came in, briskly screeching my skis to a stop. ¨Dang! Your real fast!¨ a stranger chirped to me. I smirked at the thought of accepting a compliment, but apaced myself away quickly. As two green blogs approached me, I scratched my back, dragging myself to the front of the chair lift line. ¨You can't just bomb the hill like that Megan¨ shouted a voice. ¨sorry¨ I winced, ¨I, I- I just forgot.¨ ¨you have to work on skills, not having fun¨ my father's voice spoke again, as we each inched are way
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¨I think you are ready to go on a black¨ my father's voice rang. ¨really!¨ my brothers voice cracked, ¨yes! I have been waiting for-¨ ¨not you!¨ dad yelled, causing a young couple in front off us to spin around and give us a look. ¨I´m talking to megan¨ he said in a quieter voice, ¨not you,¨ he finally delivered, clearly stating he didn't want to talk anymore, as Will and I just waited, slowly clicking my poles against each other. After what felt like years, the chair lift holted to the drop off space, as we each got up at are own space, feeling the warmth of the seat fall away from me, as I rapidly carved left, and waited for the other two. ¨What one do you wanna go down?¨ dad spoke at once. ¨I get to choose?” I surprisingly quoted aloud. ¨Well of course you get to choose¨ he answered ¨it's at your risk¨ he mumbled. As we pasted ourselves to go through the icy tops of the snow. Slowly decelerating, feeling the buckles of my boots get tighter, carving closer and closer to the black diamond. ¨Bridge Ridge¨ I said aloud, trying to sound confident, ¨thats the hardest one¨ Will orated, ¨you´ll die¨ he cracked himself up, as he stopped behind me, pushing the cold snow on my