This Is A Story That I Just Wrote About My First Time Skiing.

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Standing in awe, cold air permeated through my hair. The smell of fresh and mint pine scent complimented the beautiful view of the wilderness. With my boots wedged in the snow, a shiver came over my body. This was a place of peacefulness and tranquility. Never before had I been so close 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 ski lift with fresh blue paint on it, the single tarnished thing in this whole oasis, that moment I knew that was my passport to this great adventure. All that could be heard was the sweet chirping of birds nestled up in the tree branches. I knew that this was a moment that I was always going to remember.As I stood admiring the clear blue sky and the world around me, I was interrupted by my friends calling me, "Come on, let's go!" They were not rookies. They had experienced the sport of skiing and the atmosphere that surrounds it and were not as enthusiastic toward the surroundings as I was. To them it was just another Michigan ski hill that they had all been to. Their calls became louder, and more annoying. As I entered the Chalet where we had to rent our skies at the air was reminiscent of coffee and wood smoke with an old rustic cabin feel to it. We strapped up our skies and went outsideAs we got ready to board the old chair lift with the new coat of fresh blue paint, I began to wonder why I did not start on the bunny hill and jump right on the chair lift maybe it was pear pressure or maybe it was adrenalin flowing through me but I was going up. When I turned to my friend Crag and asked him why I was going up the chair lift to the top of the hill on my first time he responded in a comforting voice that the hills at the top were the same as the ones at the bottom just longer. This comforting voice of lies was intended to make me have fewer nerves did the opposite it sent chills down my spine as I had wondered what I had got my self in to. He added with a smirk that is better to jump and fall than to never jump at all, that comment added to the chills going down my spine. As we reached the top he told me to put my feet down and just push off the chair lift. Then suddenly the chair lift jerked to a stop and I saw my friend fall off the chair lift when he had tried to get off, than the chair lift started up again and then it was my turn to get off...

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