I see nothing but
White
and icy flakes
going as fast as a rocket
down a vast vast hill
as I race down the long, lasting
Lively, hill i see objects
Wizz past me
I look down at my shaky legs
On the soft abundant powder
And the wind pushes me forward
Screaming at me
I’M GOING TO FAST I screamed
as I start to lose control
Just Turn! Said a familiar voice
Suddenly the world started
Spinning like I was in
A tornado
Then suddenly everything
Whent to a complete stop…
I had learned to ski