Ski Lift

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Story about me and my Ski Lift incident (done for class)

Submitted: June 09, 2010

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Submitted: June 09, 2010




As I dangled what seemed to be thousands of feet above the ground, my thoughts were a blur. My hope was gone, and all that kept me from an imminent death was a weak strap and Ken's big strong arms. No memories flashed before my eyes, my sight was blurred by tears. I was panicked at the moment as most everyone else would have been, even Chuck Norris wouldn't be able to hold his bladder during such a moment.

I stared out the car window, the hundreds of trees which we passed, all so different and unique stood enormous. During our drive, my excitement had worn me out. After a long while I began counting the trees in my head as we passed them, one, two, three, by the time I had reached this number I was already tired of my means of passing time. I continued to look out the window with a frown. After a long ride, our cramped car with turn belts came to a stop “We're here”, dad said. My mom shook my sister awake, a look of anger was immediately upon her face as she let out a groan. Mount Hood looked particularly beautiful upon that day, the snow caked mass was aw worthy. The four of us, excited left the vehicle and met my aunt, uncle and grandmother on the mountain. We soon began the always painful process of getting our ski's fitted. I never liked this process and made it known, “It hurts!” the fake tears rolled down my eyes. The academy award was in my grasp at this moment. After the seemingly horrible ski fitting, the worst bit of my day came.

In the years prior, I had always adored the gruesome and terrible ski lifts, but my opinion of the un-Godly structures has since changed. I jumped upon the ski lift as quickly as possible. Ken sat beside me on the slick seats. By the time we were seated on the lift, my nose was already filled with a gooey substance, which had blocked out the previous smell of snow, and replaced it with a lesser sent. I couldn't resist the opportunity that faced me. My finger soon plunged full force into my left nostril. I dangled my discovery about before wiping it on my jacket.

My mom and sister were seated in the lift behind us, while my father and grandmother were situated in the one straight ahead, my aunt was seated alone. The lift stretched for what seemed an eternity. The day in my mind was going to be marvelous; the mountain contained an un-imaginable amount of snow.

I wiggled about in my seat, Ken did his best to ignore my motions, but finally it came to be too much. “Sit! Still!” he growled through his teeth (this form of intimidation always got the point across). As always, my light, feather wait body began sliding about on the seat. When I approached the edge, I would drag my body back up. Once we reached the middle of the course in which the lift traveled, my paper wait body slipped entirely off the seat. I reached out but there was nothing to grab hold of. I let out a scream and my uncle shot out his arm to catch me. His hand grasped me by my jacket’s strap. This was painful, as it was a one piece jacket. There I dangled for some time, the ground below was an un-thinkable distance, the drop would be quick, after all, a thousand feet comes pretty fast when your dropped strait down. The cracking of bones was a sound that played over and over in my head, and still does when I think of what could have happened. As the snow below became blotched by my tears, my mind went blank. No thoughts entered and none left.

As my uncle wrestled to pull me up, he let out a curse (which I remember fluently). The lift came to a stop, this furthered my scare, and reality snapped back. The fairy tale land that had blotched out reality faded away, with a struggle, Ken was able to pull me aboard. My eyes shrink wrapped in tears. Perhaps at that moment, divine intervention kicked in, but at that moment, those were not my thoughts. Maybe it was, the possibility is strong, but sometimes this is not the case. After this moment of fear, we continued the day, but my excitement of skiing had since faded.

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