I was so jittery and every little move I made affected my shaky balance. .
My friends tried to persuade me into going on the Black Diamond claiming that it was very easy. But I was scared, energized, and worried and I could not imagine my uncoordinated body speeding down an awfully steep hill. So I opted for the bunny hill. Once I got to the bunny hill, I stood dumbfounded because of all of the talented little tykes flying down the hill like it was nothing. As I gazed down at the bottom of the hill, I had a perfect view of the Mississippi River. There was not one movement on the river; it was as smooth as glass. And just in front of the river was a neglected, antique looking, set of railroad tracks. It was about this time that the thought crossed through my head that it would be quite a large inconvenience if I could not stop myself at the bottom of the hill. I then brought this up with all of my friends that had not deserted me for the Black Diamond. They consoled me by telling me that there was a fence that would terminate my excursion into the Mississippi. The part that intimidated me the most about the whole episode was that I did not think that the snow would be able to cushion my perpetual plunges to the ground. In the past the only type of skiing that I had done was on water. I thought that the snow would be a lot more severe than the water. .
So, there I stood with only a few of my chums by my side. They promised that they would help me down the hill if I needed assistance. It was also one of my friends first time snow skiing, so I was not the only one with these emotions rushing through my head. She was worse off than I was though, because she had never been water skiing before either. I looked up and saw the chair lift floating above my head. I wished that I could go on it, and not have to go down this agonizing hill in order to do so. If I was up there, I would be able relax, enjoy the beautiful landscape that lay below my dangling feet.