SirFryanator
Active member
I need to ace this...it's for english and I need to get an A in the course and if I get at least a 95% on it then I will get that A for the term. So find what you can and help out...
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An essay should follow a logical process. For instance, the first step should be to begin with a sensible, yet original title. However, I have chosen to violate this great commandment of writing (gasp!). One may have been horrified by the use of a cliché, “frozen in time,†but other words cannot describe the situation. The boy in this picture is literally frozen in a still frame as a youth, while at the same time being chilled by the rough, cold, and slippery surroundings. His face is contorted with a mixture of ecstasy, fear, and a slight suggestion of confusion. This young boy is me. The many winters of sliding in snow and overpowering senses have contributed to my love of winter, and the rush of adrenaline has always been a drug I crave. I do remember the days of old when my body could be electrified by the simple task of sliding down a small hill in a sled; I do miss them a great deal. Yet, the past is behind me, and I must journey on.
And journey on I did, as later that day, I traveled a bit too far past the stop zone and obliterated the fence at the bottom of the hill with my face. No, it was not the opposite, for the fence was indeed broken, and my face remained unscathed. The orange sled also has survived to this day, living deep within the depths of my house’s garage for the past few years. I have graduated from sledding on the small hills in the streets of New York to climbing up majestic Mt. Rainier and skiing down the luminous Cascades.
In fact, this hobby of skiing has turned into a passion, an endeavor of self-discovery that will never be completed during this lifetime. It’s an escape from an overly cluttered world, an example of innovation at work; an inspiration to do better this year than last; an answer to anyone who ever doubted that skiing and all it stands for can still provide one of the most exhilarating days on the planet. It has been a reason to skip work, and to sell my skateboard which I worked so hard on. It is proof that not every youth in North America is sitting around super-sizing him or herself on drive-through fries and Xbox gaming, indeed it does the exact opposite the lard in the child’s system will do; it is an education. It is a learning experience for every person on a passing chairlift, for they watch the sport evolve before their eyes. It’s an expression of freedom that this insignificant string of words could never hope to capture. There is no other sport, or even hobby, in my mind that can even come close to the simple action of sliding down a hill full of snow. When they say that the best things in life are free, it’s pure crap. However, the attitude adjustment some of these things can give a person will last a lifetime. For some, it may be playing a game of soccer, or running a marathon, that generates the overwhelming amount of serotonin and adrenaline that creates the natural high that bonds us to the action we enjoy. However, everyone has the some sort of starting point to this addiction, and the picture you have been analyzing is mine.
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An essay should follow a logical process. For instance, the first step should be to begin with a sensible, yet original title. However, I have chosen to violate this great commandment of writing (gasp!). One may have been horrified by the use of a cliché, “frozen in time,†but other words cannot describe the situation. The boy in this picture is literally frozen in a still frame as a youth, while at the same time being chilled by the rough, cold, and slippery surroundings. His face is contorted with a mixture of ecstasy, fear, and a slight suggestion of confusion. This young boy is me. The many winters of sliding in snow and overpowering senses have contributed to my love of winter, and the rush of adrenaline has always been a drug I crave. I do remember the days of old when my body could be electrified by the simple task of sliding down a small hill in a sled; I do miss them a great deal. Yet, the past is behind me, and I must journey on.
And journey on I did, as later that day, I traveled a bit too far past the stop zone and obliterated the fence at the bottom of the hill with my face. No, it was not the opposite, for the fence was indeed broken, and my face remained unscathed. The orange sled also has survived to this day, living deep within the depths of my house’s garage for the past few years. I have graduated from sledding on the small hills in the streets of New York to climbing up majestic Mt. Rainier and skiing down the luminous Cascades.
In fact, this hobby of skiing has turned into a passion, an endeavor of self-discovery that will never be completed during this lifetime. It’s an escape from an overly cluttered world, an example of innovation at work; an inspiration to do better this year than last; an answer to anyone who ever doubted that skiing and all it stands for can still provide one of the most exhilarating days on the planet. It has been a reason to skip work, and to sell my skateboard which I worked so hard on. It is proof that not every youth in North America is sitting around super-sizing him or herself on drive-through fries and Xbox gaming, indeed it does the exact opposite the lard in the child’s system will do; it is an education. It is a learning experience for every person on a passing chairlift, for they watch the sport evolve before their eyes. It’s an expression of freedom that this insignificant string of words could never hope to capture. There is no other sport, or even hobby, in my mind that can even come close to the simple action of sliding down a hill full of snow. When they say that the best things in life are free, it’s pure crap. However, the attitude adjustment some of these things can give a person will last a lifetime. For some, it may be playing a game of soccer, or running a marathon, that generates the overwhelming amount of serotonin and adrenaline that creates the natural high that bonds us to the action we enjoy. However, everyone has the some sort of starting point to this addiction, and the picture you have been analyzing is mine.
