Flying down the mountain with snow flying in my face and my heart pounding. I can see the end of the run right ahead and make one last sprint to the finish. At last, I come to a stop at the bottom of the mountain with a big smile on my face.
“Let’s do it again!” I shout. “Ok fine but just this last time,” my dad says. So we head up the ski lift again and again, gliding down new, undiscovered slopes. Even when I wipeout I laugh at myself. Everything about skiing seems to be a blast. An exhilarating rush goes through the body and I am able to forget about everything else and just have fun.
Whether I’m with my dad, my brother or my friends—skiing is one of the best things in the world. I especially like weaving through trees and getting some air on bumps and hills. It’s like a little obstacle course on skis and snow.
Nothing beats skiing with a nice cup of hot chocolate afterwards!
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