low_fidelity
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had to write this fo english class. Here is the begginging, third paragraph is the best.
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Why I Ski
At
a very young age, around three or four, I was handed my first pair of skis:
Noisy yellow Salomon Scream’s, about 130 cm high. I was then put through five
grueling years of “hup two three four” boot camp style ski lessons. When I
truly learned to ski was at the age of eight when I raced. From then on all
that filled my stream of consciousness was skiing. Soon after I found out about
Lego’s and completely forgot bout skiing for several years. Finally, when I was
15 I found out how much skiing truly meant to me.
I have always skied for as long as I have known, almost all
of my normal memories can be found between the millions of reminicsnint skiing experiences
that fill my brain. Born in a heavily skiing influenced family (Mom skid on the
U.S. Ski Team) and the second to last boy in a family of four boys, it was hard
to find something unique, something different that my two ‘role models’ ahead
of me already hadn’t done. Within skiing I found a feeling not felt since my
first viewing of The Sandlot, since my first taste of a Little Debbie
product, since my first hearing of Forever Changes. A feeling that some never
capture in a lifetime. Most think that in skiing I found an escape, a cookie
cutter place to leave the monotonous drone of everyday life that everyone looks
to escape. But what I found was so much more; these four reasons why I ski are
so much more:
Pure
Pleasure. The push to be innovative while still having fun, the desire to
capture your own unique amounts of hilarity and skill into ‘edits’, the
acceptance into a high-spirited community. Very few get to experience racing
friends down a dangerously steep mountain, every thought pushing you 5 mph
upwards. Rarely does someone get to find pleasure in the completeness of
linking a formulaically impossible combination, from spinning downwards onto a thin
rail to changing directions and idea and changing back again before you are
even off. And no one can experience the sensation you have, the inner aura you
find when you rush off the lip of a jump with an 8f ft ice gap between you and a
torn acl. This is dangerous and scary enough then you harshly grip the metallic
edges of your ski and rip your body in a spinning motion only to stop after 900
degrees and land it all back wards with a comedic amount of style known to many
in the community as ‘afterbang’.
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Why I Ski
At
a very young age, around three or four, I was handed my first pair of skis:
Noisy yellow Salomon Scream’s, about 130 cm high. I was then put through five
grueling years of “hup two three four” boot camp style ski lessons. When I
truly learned to ski was at the age of eight when I raced. From then on all
that filled my stream of consciousness was skiing. Soon after I found out about
Lego’s and completely forgot bout skiing for several years. Finally, when I was
15 I found out how much skiing truly meant to me.
I have always skied for as long as I have known, almost all
of my normal memories can be found between the millions of reminicsnint skiing experiences
that fill my brain. Born in a heavily skiing influenced family (Mom skid on the
U.S. Ski Team) and the second to last boy in a family of four boys, it was hard
to find something unique, something different that my two ‘role models’ ahead
of me already hadn’t done. Within skiing I found a feeling not felt since my
first viewing of The Sandlot, since my first taste of a Little Debbie
product, since my first hearing of Forever Changes. A feeling that some never
capture in a lifetime. Most think that in skiing I found an escape, a cookie
cutter place to leave the monotonous drone of everyday life that everyone looks
to escape. But what I found was so much more; these four reasons why I ski are
so much more:
Pure
Pleasure. The push to be innovative while still having fun, the desire to
capture your own unique amounts of hilarity and skill into ‘edits’, the
acceptance into a high-spirited community. Very few get to experience racing
friends down a dangerously steep mountain, every thought pushing you 5 mph
upwards. Rarely does someone get to find pleasure in the completeness of
linking a formulaically impossible combination, from spinning downwards onto a thin
rail to changing directions and idea and changing back again before you are
even off. And no one can experience the sensation you have, the inner aura you
find when you rush off the lip of a jump with an 8f ft ice gap between you and a
torn acl. This is dangerous and scary enough then you harshly grip the metallic
edges of your ski and rip your body in a spinning motion only to stop after 900
degrees and land it all back wards with a comedic amount of style known to many
in the community as ‘afterbang’.
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