Skiing
Every since i was four, i have been skiing. It is my favorite activity and i absolutely love it. Every year, my family and I going on multiple skiing trips. One year though, on a very special ski trip, I learned a valuable less that will never be forgotten. I remember it very clearly. I was in third grade. I was roughly 9 years old. It started out like any other trip. Driving to the slopes. So long. So boring. So stupid. What can you do though? it has to be done. It’s what happened once we got there that I will never forget.
It was the first day on the slopes and i was very excited. We got on the slopes around noon and i have to say, we were having a blast. My parents and I had been skiing for hours and we were starting to get tired - and grumpy. We ended up getting into a very dumb fight that was completely pointless, but it still happened; It made all of us pretty furious with each other. I was so mad, that on the next ride down the slope, I ended up flying away from my parents, just to get away. I actually got so far away that i could no longer see them at all. When i get mad, I ski dangerously. I know it is neither smart nor good, but it is just what I do. I ended up going off of a jump without taking the time look where I would land. It was a spur of the moment idea. Once I hit the jump and was in the air, I looked where I was going to land, and thought to myself, “oh no, there is someone right where I am going to land.” I made a split second decision and acted on it.
The second my skis grazed the snow, I cut hard toe the right to try and dodge the person I was going to hit. It worked too, to an extant. When i performed my sharp cut to dodge the person, my left ski actually got caught in the snow. So as I turned to the right, my left ankle stayed in place while the rest of my body turned right. This shift in my body ended up causing a spiral break of my leg from my ankle to my knee. Now of course, i had no idea what was happening and that my leg was broken. All i felt was pain. A lot of Pain. So much pain that it was practically unbearable.
It felt like what was an eternity before my parents got to where i had fallen. At first they did not even believe me when i said, “I am hurt”. They thought i was just being a brat because of the fight that we had previously had. They told me to get up and ski down the hill. So I did the best I could to tough it out. I got up, left my hurt leg in the air, and skied the best I could with one leg. I ended up collapsing in the snow not too far from where i started. While my parents and I were talking about if I was really hurt or not, a ski patrol personnel came up to us and I asked if everything was okay. My parents said yes, but I said no.
Since I had said no, the patrol ended up doing a couple of tests on my leg to see if it was actually hurt or not. He had me stand up, then rotate it back and forth. I quickly screamed like a baby because the pain was just plain unbearable. He quickly realized that something was actually wrong with me. So he radioed for other ski patrol personnel to come down with a sled to pick me up. After about 5 minutes of waiting, they were there and they proceeded in placing me in the sled. Then we were on our way.
As we proceeded down the slope though, the ski patrol actually ended up crashing while pulling me in the sled. He took a sharp turn and ended up falling down and face planting in the ground. This caused the sled to dig into the snow. When this happened, The sled catapulted me through the air. I ended up landing on the ski patrol. How ridiculous is that? After a couple of laughs, some stares, and a plain good time (even with a broken leg), we ended up heading back to the lift. We went to the resort clinic, and after a few tests, they said they were not positive if anything was wrong or not. They said I should go to the hospital just to be safe. Since my parents I had been fighting, they thought I was faking in, and just being a brat. They just dropped me off at our R.V. and went back to skiing. When they got back that night, I was still in serious pain, but they did not believe me, and refused to take me to the hospital.
That night I got very little sleep and I threw up many times. The next day, they said they would take me to the hospital tomorrow if I was still in serious pain. After another day of me just laying there in pain while they were skiing, they came back to the R.V. and saw I was still in serious pain. They said they would take me in the morning. And so they did. The next day, just like they promised, we went to the hospital. It turned out that I had a spiral fracture from my ankle all the way up to my knee on my left leg. Soon after, my leg was put into a cast. Surprisingly I had no surgery though, which was a good thing.
My parents felt really bad about not thinking my leg was broken, but I told them i understood why they thought what they did. I was being a brat. It did teach me a very important lesson though. It taught me not to be a brat . Nothing good can come from it. It only ruins things, It can never make anything better to be a brat. That is one weekend that I will never forget.
It was the first day on the slopes and i was very excited. We got on the slopes around noon and i have to say, we were having a blast. My parents and I had been skiing for hours and we were starting to get tired - and grumpy. We ended up getting into a very dumb fight that was completely pointless, but it still happened; It made all of us pretty furious with each other. I was so mad, that on the next ride down the slope, I ended up flying away from my parents, just to get away. I actually got so far away that i could no longer see them at all. When i get mad, I ski dangerously. I know it is neither smart nor good, but it is just what I do. I ended up going off of a jump without taking the time look where I would land. It was a spur of the moment idea. Once I hit the jump and was in the air, I looked where I was going to land, and thought to myself, “oh no, there is someone right where I am going to land.” I made a split second decision and acted on it.
The second my skis grazed the snow, I cut hard toe the right to try and dodge the person I was going to hit. It worked too, to an extant. When i performed my sharp cut to dodge the person, my left ski actually got caught in the snow. So as I turned to the right, my left ankle stayed in place while the rest of my body turned right. This shift in my body ended up causing a spiral break of my leg from my ankle to my knee. Now of course, i had no idea what was happening and that my leg was broken. All i felt was pain. A lot of Pain. So much pain that it was practically unbearable.
It felt like what was an eternity before my parents got to where i had fallen. At first they did not even believe me when i said, “I am hurt”. They thought i was just being a brat because of the fight that we had previously had. They told me to get up and ski down the hill. So I did the best I could to tough it out. I got up, left my hurt leg in the air, and skied the best I could with one leg. I ended up collapsing in the snow not too far from where i started. While my parents and I were talking about if I was really hurt or not, a ski patrol personnel came up to us and I asked if everything was okay. My parents said yes, but I said no.
Since I had said no, the patrol ended up doing a couple of tests on my leg to see if it was actually hurt or not. He had me stand up, then rotate it back and forth. I quickly screamed like a baby because the pain was just plain unbearable. He quickly realized that something was actually wrong with me. So he radioed for other ski patrol personnel to come down with a sled to pick me up. After about 5 minutes of waiting, they were there and they proceeded in placing me in the sled. Then we were on our way.
As we proceeded down the slope though, the ski patrol actually ended up crashing while pulling me in the sled. He took a sharp turn and ended up falling down and face planting in the ground. This caused the sled to dig into the snow. When this happened, The sled catapulted me through the air. I ended up landing on the ski patrol. How ridiculous is that? After a couple of laughs, some stares, and a plain good time (even with a broken leg), we ended up heading back to the lift. We went to the resort clinic, and after a few tests, they said they were not positive if anything was wrong or not. They said I should go to the hospital just to be safe. Since my parents I had been fighting, they thought I was faking in, and just being a brat. They just dropped me off at our R.V. and went back to skiing. When they got back that night, I was still in serious pain, but they did not believe me, and refused to take me to the hospital.
That night I got very little sleep and I threw up many times. The next day, they said they would take me to the hospital tomorrow if I was still in serious pain. After another day of me just laying there in pain while they were skiing, they came back to the R.V. and saw I was still in serious pain. They said they would take me in the morning. And so they did. The next day, just like they promised, we went to the hospital. It turned out that I had a spiral fracture from my ankle all the way up to my knee on my left leg. Soon after, my leg was put into a cast. Surprisingly I had no surgery though, which was a good thing.
My parents felt really bad about not thinking my leg was broken, but I told them i understood why they thought what they did. I was being a brat. It did teach me a very important lesson though. It taught me not to be a brat . Nothing good can come from it. It only ruins things, It can never make anything better to be a brat. That is one weekend that I will never forget.