<p>I feel like it's really weak, jumps around everywhere, and is too much like a story.</p>
<p>The wind howled outside the gondola. Inch by inch we were being lifted into the thick fog that hovered above us. My knuckles white as I grasped the bench at any slight jerk. After several minutes the engines drone ceased and everyone inside emptied out onto the snow filled land.
Top Station-Elev. 4386 I read in disbelief with wide eyes and my jaw dropped. I struggled to find my breath, not because of the picturesque view around me but of the fact that I took the wrong ski lift. These were not my intentions; Im a scrawny preteen that just began to ski the other day.
My young eyes swelled with tears as I realized what I must conquer, because the falling snow burned my face, because the icy peak was too abrupt for someone of my skill level, because my mother wasnt there. Everyone around daintily rocketed past me sending shards of ice into my face. Thoughts of nightfall and being consumed by woodland creatures crept into my mind, the same way the arctic wind began to creep into my bones. Despite my tribulation and nightmares, images of warm fireplaces, the smell of brewing hot cocoa and gentle hugs strengthened me to take the plunge. To ski down and to never stop until I reach the bottom, or else a grizzly might make lunch out of me.
Though how was I to ski down a mountain when I couldnt travel more than two inches without toppling. I winced at the pain of the ice covered slope cutting my face as I tumbled down, flailing my arms to grasp anything to halt my decline. The throbbing pain and sight of the scarlet streak left in the snow left me dizzy. From then I acknowledged that the journey ahead of me was going to send me to hell and back.
Two hours in my body felt like a rotten fruit; covered in bruise Ill wake up to the next morning and falling apart from the inside. Arms tired from lifting my burdensome weight, legs like Jell-O from chasing after fallen skis, aching muscles from all the squatting. Even though my eyes were half closed from my fatigue and I couldnt see a foot in front of me from the snow I lifted my now useless body and continued my path.
Finally after the longest four hours of my life I made it to the bottom, I fell onto my knees and threw my hands into the air letting out a scream of rejoice. Accomplishing what I had deemed impossible in my head. As I looked back at the ski marks I left behind I realized something; I made those, if I can conquer an entire mountain maybe I get over the little hills in life. Problems are only as you make them. In the words of Rocky Balboa Its about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.</p>