It was December, two days before Christmas. I was snowboarding at Gore Mountain on a cold frosty day. I was so cold I thought my fingers were going to fall off. The snow was thick and the tracks were covered in deep powdered snow. My whole family was all geared up and ready to hit the mountain. It was my 5 time snowboarding so I didn’t know that much about it. My brothers decide to go to the terrain park first. They didn’t except me to go with them because they thought I was terrified of ramps. But I’m one of those kids who try to show their brothers they are as good as them at something.

They tried to warn me, my dad, mom, aunt everyone. I didn’t listen and I followed my brothers. My brother did a 360 off a ramp and I thought it was incredible. I wondered, if I did that my brothers would be amazed. We went back up the mountain and I looked at the ramp. I started daydreaming of how much my brothers would praise me. Going on their knees and waving their arms. My brother max disturbed my daydream and asked if I was going. I replied “yeah-just wait.” I went down the hill and got close to the ramp and once I was on the tip of the ramp and when “I finally started to see things but it was to late.” The ramp was as big as tsunami I flew off the ramp. I felt like a bird in the ski.

I wobbled in the air and fell back. I landed on my ankle and twisted it. My mom brought me in the lodge. The warmth of the lodge rushed through my body. She told me it would turn out bad. She told me not to go. She told me I would get hurt. I didn’t really care that much. I was just mad that I didn’t land it. It happened so fast I really don’t remember all of it except for my brother laughing at me. I just wished it turned out like in my daydream. I should have known how stupid I was to go off it. My mom put something on it that made pain rush throughout my body. It felt like needles were shoot into my skin. My body wanted to leave but my mind said stay. Of course I listened to my brain but it was very painful to keep going but I didn’t complain. I tried to take my mind off it by talking about football or something like that. After an hour or two I noticed my brothers were going to another terrain park. I followed them, but my mom pulled me back.

I got mad took off my bindings, put my boarding my hands, and sprinted to catch up to my brothers. My mom decided to just let it go. I saw the same ramp and a smaller one next to it. I took a while and then realized it would be better if I went on the small one. I got to the tip of the small one and thought one thing what am I doing I’m going to kill my self. I flew into the air, spun, and landed.

I only did a 180 but it was still incredible. My brothers came over and congratulated me and we decide to leave so I wont get hurt any more. We were walking back to the nice warm lodge to heat our ice-cold bodies when realized something. I don’t need to show my brothers I am as good as them. I will eventually be exactly the same or even better. I asked my parents one thing. Next time we come to Gore Mountain can I get a lesson instead? They answered of course, what ever your little heart desires.