My first ski

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Last weekend, we went to ski. It was my first time so I was very excited. I have always dreamed of doing any winter sports. And there it was, ski. Our friend and co-worker invited us to go out skiing, and I was like, "Yeeeeees! Of course!". I couldn't really hide the excitement I felt the first time I knew that in a few days I will be skiing down the slope. I was not even afraid of the idea of falling, and more falling, and hurting myself. My desire to ski was so much greater than the risks it poses. So we rented a bus just for us, and there was a karaoke inside so we sort of sang as we traveled. Then, finally we arrived at the place. It was beautiful. I am a fan of winter so seeing a mountain of snow, and everything around seemed to be covered with it, it was like my own paradise. So we got on the gears, and there I realized how tough the next things would be. I had a hard time doing the basics. I slipped and fell several times. When we finally managed to finish the basic course, we took the lift and descended the slope. I got to do it four times, and never at those times I did not fall the hard way. But that was fine by me. I really enjoyed falling hard, and felt like almost breaking my bones. I got to ski smoothly but I really had a difficult time controlling my speed in a very steep slope, and before I hit and hurt someone I try to stop myself, thus, tumbling down the slope. All in all it was a very wonderful fun experience. I hope I could do it again. And by that time, I hope I could manage to stop at will.