When I was young, I loved skiing. To go skiing, we always went to a resort. At that time, it was a really fun thing for me to do rather than staying all day in my home watching TV. That is one thing that I loved: skiing. Also, I loved the ski clothes including my goggles. My ski clothes were really awesome and I only could wear them when I was skiing. Actually, I was a great skier. I even cannot picture myself on skis at that time.

 

One day when I was in the elementary school, there was a camp going on a ski trip in winter. There was a snowboard coach and a ski coach. I already knew how to ski but snowboarding was really new to me and it looked awesome. So I decided to learn snowboarding. For the first two days, I could not go up the hill, but I just kept learning and practicing at the bottom of the hill. Finally, on the last day, my coach allowed me to go up the hill and ride a snowboard. It was really fun.

 

However, when I was almost down the hill, I slipped. I rolled several meters down, and I felt pain from my right arm. I thought it was broken, but the coach ran to me and told me to move my arm. And it was moving all right. But, it was still painful to me.

 

After the accident, the camp was soon finished, and I got on the bus to get back to my house, and fell asleep on the seat. When the bus dropped by the rest area, my cousin woke me up, and he said he wanted to go to the bathroom. I said, “Okay,” and I went after him. Then, I tripped over a stone and fell down again with my right arm. From that winter on, I did not go skiing in winter ever again.