This book is dedicated to my brothers, for helping me to succeed.
The nervous expression spread out on my face. The spark of energy was waiting to burst out. Around the towering mountains, in the fresh air with the hot sun gleaming over the thin icy layer of snow. This is where I belong. I was standing in line with my two brothers in front of the lift. “I can do it, this is what I’ve been practicing for,” I thought to myself. We slowly went forward in line, pushing myself with my ski poles. My body parts still ached from the previous failed attempts. We put the safety bar down with our skis hanging off the edge, making sure we don’t fall off because of the little rocking old lift. We slowly went up, watching upon the whole snow park to our left and the towering mountains surrounding the big snow park. “Look at this amazing view,” I commented. “Yeah,” they replied. You could see so much of the Alps.” Next we approached the end of the lift, raising the safety bar back over our heads. We got off and started to head in the direction of the snow park. We skied down to the entrance of the snow park where there were some safety rules before entering the snow park. I went in, following my brothers, with people watching us with bright colors on our coats and pants. There were three courses you could of took, you could've chose one with only jumps, one with a huge jump, and the last one, my favorite, with rails and jumps, which I had my previous failed attempts. I wanted to perfect myself. I approached the beginning of the course and waited. “You guys go first,” I exclaimed. I don’t want to.” “Fine,” both my brothers sneered.
As I saw them both at the bottom waiting, I knew I couldn’t back out. I slowly pointed my skis down, and was on my way. I slowed down, headed for the small jump and jumped of turning sideways to land on the rail. I grinded on top of it, focusing to keep my balance. I jumped off, turning forward once again. I headed straight down approaching the next jump, recovering my speed again. I bent my knees and glided through the air, grabbing my skis to make a small trick. I approached the ground once again bent my knees slightly and landed. Now I knew what it was time for, the final jump what I have been waiting for. My heart was pumping fast, I was becoming nervous, I was afraid. “This is what I’ve been waiting for,” I thought to myself. I went straight down again, gathering the perfect amount of speed. As I was at the beginning of the jump I bent my knees and slightly rotated my body just before the jump. I went leaping in the sky twisting my body at the same time, worrying not to spin to spin too little or too much. My heart still pumping, I slowly was approaching the ground I stopped my spin and landed straight down the jump. I couldn’t believe it I finally did it, I was so overfilled with joy it was unbelievable. I went down to my brothers.
“Nice!” my brothers exclaimed, “you finally did it!” “I did it,” I told myself, “I finally did it.” After so much time and effort put into this I finally did it. I couldn’t believe it. I closed my eyes and told myself, “I did it.” Looking back at this big experience, I learned that this was not easy and I kept pushing myself. I challenged myself to become a risk taker, to not give up, and believe in myself. You can’t achieve anything without trying your best, you can’t give up or you won’t achieve your goals. If you do all these things you will become more self-confident and a bigger risk taker.
About The Author
Blurb The nervous expression spread out on my face. The spark of energy was waiting to burst out. Around the towering mountains, in the fresh air with the hot sun gleaming over the thin icy layer of snow. This is where I belong.
Matthew Motz is an 18 year old Award Winning Author. With multiple National Book Awards. He wrote this first Memoir at age 13 and got published next year. He writes different kind of books for kids of all ages. He lives peacefully in Up State New York with his family.
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