One by one we wriggled off the ski lift and like penguins, we waddled in the snow. I watched my friends as they anxiously pulled their glasses on and clicked their boots into the skis. It was my turn, I squeezed my toes, bent my heel, push, pull, wriggle and click. My skis were on and I was ready to face the slopes. The fear I initially felt drained from my tense body as I pulled myself around the snow, slipping and sliding.
I had never been a risk taker, in …show more content…
Panic shot through my veins and I could hear nothing. My emotions were controlling me and my emotions lead me to the place I despised most, pain. Uncertainty was dragging me backwards, panic pulled me down to the ground and worry dismissed any control I once had. My legs twisted and my body tumbled forward. The silence was abruptly dismissed as I heard a gunshot. I soon realized it was not a gunshot, but it was something just as severe. My left fibula snapped like a tree branch and a high pitched scream escaped my numb lips. It was a moment frozen in time. The snow seeped through my woolen jacket and slithered down my frozen back. Eventually my whole body became numb and my eyelids covered my teary