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

The Ski Trip         Standing in awe, cold air permeated finished my hair.  The smell of fresh and minty pine scent complimented the beautiful vantage of the wilderness.  With my boots fasten in the snow, a shiver took over my body. This is was a place of ease and tranquility.  Never before had I been so close with nature.         Facing the compass north was the vast forest.  To the left and right, only the crystal white snow was visible.  part looking up, I caught a glimpse of the old ski lift, the fly apparatus which was my passport to this great adventure.  All that could be heard was the pleasing chirping of birds nestled upon tree branches.  This is indeed a moment to remember.  I concept to myself.  Being that close to nature could put anyone in a farming of nirvana.         As I stood admiring the clear blue sky and the world somewhat me, I was inte rrupted 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 surroundings as I was.  Their calls became louder, with annoyance.  I stepped up to the butt against 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 going downhill on a pair of thin skis took over.