I was following my father, trying to keep up. With each step my foot sank into the snow up to my knee. The snow wasn’t really that deep, but it was for an eight-year-old boy. We had gone out to collect zinc buckets, filled with clear, odorless and tasteless liquid, which we had set up a few days before. The liquid was sap from maple trees that would eventually be boiled down to become syrup.
The snow white bed was sunken by holding some weights, he laid on the bed with the massive quilt covered on him, his sunken head sank in his pillow. His wife and child was keep watching him near his bed, they held his both hands that were exposed in
We knew that the last mile way far steeper, but we also knew that there were no stairs and water flowed down hill, our hope was that if anything we could tell a cool story. Once we lost the protection of the trees the water had turned to ice making small frozen streams that wanted to send us hurtling back down, it was like a game of shoots and ladders but without dice or a slide. Once we knew that we were almost at the top the four of us wanted to get a quick snack and then attempt to ride the rest of the way up because most of the ice was now behind us. That's when it happened, John rode across an icy section and his bike slid out from under him and he broke his fall with his hand but that was a mistake. He immediately had some choice words and could not move it without shooting pain.
We stopped because I had to go to the bathroom. I got my helmet back on, and asked Dad how many more minutes because I was hungry. He said “About 20 more minutes.” Next he started to leave so I started up my four wheeler and followed him. Then we got to a trail where it was only about two minutes till the snowmobile trail.
I was having so much fun with the cold wind on my cheeks and was laughing the whole way down until I got some snow in my eyes that limited my vision. I began to panic which kept me from hearing my mom saying, “ JUMP!!! JUMP!!! ” I was clueless to the fact that I was headed for a tree. Down the hill I went and straight into the tree.
Crash i heard a big sound when something hit the floor! First of all my mom always told me and my sister that we should not hang off our beds but we never listened. Since it was a really cold outside because it snowed the day before so the snow was perfect, there was no footprints in the snow so it was nice white fluffy snow. It was so cold outside though so me and my sister could not go outside. “What do you want to do?”
Ice poked into my skin as I brushed the snow off his face. I didn 't want to leave him but I knew he needed help. I ran to the front door and got my parents and they came running outside. They picked him up and brought him inside.
The ice cold snow melts onto my face, I laugh at myself and hope to god the people around me didn’t see that. No one was paying attention to me they all had this type of confidence and excitement to learn and grow. I stood back up and headed down the hill with all force, not knowing how to turn I abruptly put my snowboard on healedge and slammed to a stop. Little did I know I was already halfway down the hill.
Cheering is a physical activity where groups perform routines while yelling cheers. (Harmon) Cheerleading is a popular activity for many schools and universities. (Harmon) This activity can be traced all the way back to the 19th century.
I didn 't want to leave my warm bed. Finally I got out of bed, put my school clothes on and went downstairs to eat breakfast. I looked out the window and it began to snow quite hard once again. It was getting thicker by the minute.
I dropped down the icy track and slid in circles as I hit the ground. I flipped off my sled and landed in a white puffy pile of snow.
Once, I was a little snowflake on top of a mountain. Life was good on Aspen Mountain with the exception of being trampled by skiers. Until one day when a skier wipes out on top of me. As he was falling, Me and my brothers were swept into the man's jacket. Most of my brothers tumbled out as the man stumbled for his Ski poles but I was stuck.
When we got off the ski lift the soft snow from the day had turned into hard and slick ice. As we went down the mountain I had to concentrate on where I was going and had to keep my balance. It was very hard the wind was ice cold and felt like sandpaper was being dragged across my face. My brother on the other hand, had to go down the mountain without his goggles because throughout the day his goggles had frozen over. At the end of the day I was red faced and sore ankles as I fell into
As I raced toward the bottom of the mountain I suddenly realized there was a cliff not far from the base. My family and I were skiing in Colorado for a vacation. My parents were down in the lodge on the other side of the mountain, and only my brother and I were skiing. I was on the opposite side of the mountain as my brother because I wanted to prove that I was a better skier than him. I had to make a hasty decision to avoid tumbling off the cliff
He laid in the snow sobbing. He couldn 't help himself or his wife any longer. Through the heavy snow he saw a light. Faint and far away there was a lantern. He tried to call for help his lips chapped and faded.
