It was one winter morning when I first arrived to a ski resort. Everything was just new to me, since people were skiing on a mountain full with snow. It seemed like I could ride well, because other people were riding so fluently. However, learning how to ski from my dad was very painful and hard.
The first thing I learned was how to make an 'A' shape, because that way I could go slowly, and could even stop. Well, at first, I was so scared of the curves and other people's speed. However, my dad made me to stand up by myself. That way, I could easily go to the next level: parallel riding. This was riding like the number '11', and it took many hours and days to easily control directions. It seemed impossible to control directions and speed, but I finally succeed it.
The hardest thing for me to learn was to ride the ski lift fluently. It was the scariest thing I have ever seen(I was little), because I had tremendous thoughts about the possibility to fall down. So I always suggested dad the gondola, but it was useless. I had to take the lift, and sometimes I cried because of the long and high drive. However, I was getting used to riding the lift, and finally I could have two benefits:having courage, and loving ski more.
Now, I am good at skiing. Skiing has became one of my favorite hobby, and a sport that I'm good with. If I think of the moment when my dad punished me for being unable to stand up, I think that it was worth it. I won't ever stop skiing as a hobby, and I thank my dad for teaching me such good ski skills. Also, I learned that getting a talent needs price.
Chris,
답글삭제Good story! You were able to describe your skiing experience well. Just watch out for correct vocabulary (fluetly, for example) and sentence construction. You could have elaborated more on the lesson you learned (i.e. why was it that important), but overall, your essay showed organisation and development of ideas.