Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Something I did that was courageous

The only thing I can think of that I did that was kind of courageous was when I was at the top of a hill in Thredbo, Australia.  I had to ski down.  It was so steep that the only way I can describe it is to say that when you walk and your hands swing it is about as steep as the mid-way swing of your arm.

I stood at the top and looked down.  Snowboarders and skiiers were going down really fast.  But I knew I was a beginner.  I shivered, not just from the cold but from fear that I would get obliterated by one of them as they zoomed down without looking. I picked up my sticks and pushed off downhill.  It seemed a long long way to the bottom.  My dad said "Hurry up!"

It wasn't an easy slope, we had looked at the map and found the route, it was coloured blue to show it wasn't for beginners.  The routes have names like "Michael's Mistake", which was coloured black for professionals.  I wondered what the mistake was...

I began to gather speed but then I couldn't stop so I fell.  But I pushed myself up again.  My dad stopped and waited for me.  He had to do a lot of that because I fell down around 15 to 20 times and I got bruises
from it.

There were times when I didn't want to go on.  It was annoying and frustrating.  But when I got moving it was fun because I could control it.  The snow was beating down and I could barely see, it was bone-chilling cold.  The freezing wind blew and stung my face.  My hands were freezing even though I had gloves on.  I kept on going because there was no choice, you couldn't go back up.

It took 45 minutes but when I got to the bottom I felt proud of myself for even having the guts to do it.


2 comments:

  1. I think you did a very good job on writing this blog post because you wrote an introduction and a solution that made sense. I also think that you really described you skiing specifically because for example,"The snow was beating down and I could barely see, it was bone-chilling cold." It was a good idea to put in the pictures because it describes it better and you can clearly think of how steep the hill was and how it actually looked like.

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  2. In my opinion, your blog post seemed to make a lot of sense and was easy to understand. Though it was short, it was very detailed and precise and had lots of adjectives to describe what you have experienced when you were at the top of that very steep hill. Also, another thing I really like was how you explained your journey down the mountain in a interesting way, like how you said "I fell down around 15 to 20 times".

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