HOW HAS SKIING INFLUENCED YOUR LIFE?

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i am writing a narrative paper on how skiing has changed my life. my main ideas are:
racing: taught me how do be an individual but also work as a teamfreestyle: taught me how to be creative and express myself
any other suggestions?? thanks
 
well, the clothing i wear is heavily influenced by the skiing industry, and skiing it self has taught me to stick with things until i get it correct
 
talk about how fun it is just to cruise everywhere also and how it has connected you more with nature. haha i just wrote a similar essay talking about how skiing has shaped who i am.
 
connection to nature

overcoming fears

community

gettin hyphy... wait. ok dont put that in there
 
I learned how to spend the most amount of money in the shortest amount of time and then do it again the next year.
 
it's free from most of my problems, actually all i just dont give a fuck when i ski

it keeps me healthy and in shape

the people are always awesome to hang out with

you never have to hang with the ones taht arent so kickass

the mindset is soooo much fun to be in

great rush - landing new shit is the best feeling i've ever had - it's like the happiest moment ever, nothing else matters and so i strive to do it everytime i go

when you got something down, you can do it forever and it won't get boring

that's where style comes in, it's all about what oyu want to do

i mean think of the possibilities on a flat bar, if you put shifties and tweaks, it's alll freaking endless

just like the best sport ever, and i haven't found anything

ANYTHING

that can compare to how (for a lack of a better word) amazing super duper awesome it is

....let's go skiing....
 


Skiing gave me a job

it gets me away from the bullshit of city dwellers

Skiing has got me in the emergency room a number of times

it has also allowed me to make lifelong friends and meet great people.

Skiing has taught me to live for the moment, that turn, that air

Skiing has made me respect and love the mountains. It's an addiction worth having!!

 
Skiing for me was the thing that made me be different, mainly because I was one of the only kids I knew who even did freestyle. Other than that, I think everything else really has influenced how I ski or bike or skate. The way I approach a line or trick is line how I approach playing jazz, learning the head, harmony, changes, keeping it in my head so I know the charts by memory so that I can improve what ever comes into my head.
 
skiing has influenced my life to the point where i dress a specific way ( BRIGHT ) because of it, I make hats because of it, basically everything in my life revolves around skiing... bad? not right now but when my body falls apart probably.

who cares tho, i guess in 4 years the worlds gonna end so mineaswell have fun while we can?
 
Haa my only good friends are the ones that ski with me.. everythign i do revolves around it. i love it soo
 
if anyone wants to read it here it is: feedback is GREATLY APPRECIATED :D (sorry it gets cheesy at some points but whatevsss)
StartFragmentA Life Altering Addiction Mostaddictions have a telephone hotline to help the caller quit what they areaddicted to. At the time I had no idea what I was getting into, or how much thenext two hours of my day would change my life forever. This life alteringexperience took place on a snowy day in December of 1995 when I was only fiveyears old. The flakes of snow seemed to be as big as my face, but yet they weresmaller than the grin I was sporting from ear to ear. I was bundled up likeRalphie’s brother in the movie, “A Christmas Story” and I could barely move. Idragged my skis behind me as I awkwardly waddled out the doors that opened upto a whole new world. Looking back, I now know that it was on this day that Ibecame addicted to skiing. Usually, an addiction is a bad thing, but in mycase, it was and still is the best thing that has ever happened to me. It hasshaped me as a person and taught me some of the most important fundamentals inlife. Afterthat first day of feeling the rush of adrenaline flow through my body, I havenot, and will not turn back. The first life lesson I learned through skiing wascommitment. Nobody can learn to ski perfectly in day let alone a season; ittakes years of commitment to better yourself. I will be completely honest insaying that I was awful my first time out. Even as that crucial first seasonpassed, I remained horrible. I was out of control ninety nine percent of thetime and what most people would call an accident waiting to happen, or as somewould say, a ski patroller’s worst nightmare. My parents were just averageskiers themselves so I had to reach out for help to learn the basics. I wassoon enrolled in weekly lessons to better my skiing. I strived to learn how toski as well as my instructors. As the seasons passed, I eventually learned howto ski under control and my addiction was fueled by commitment and passion. Evenas a young “shredder” I was immediately drawn to the terrain park. This is therun on a ski hill that offers a series of jumps and rails for skiers orsnowboarders to hit. In my beginning years of exploring the freestylediscipline of skiing, I was riding off the sides of the jumps in the terrainpark that would launch me about three feet in distance. As I aged, I began toactually hit the jumps as they were intended. Year after year, the park at mylocal hill always had a jump line consisting of four jumps. They would rarelychange and this would get boring after repetitive runs of simply hitting jumpafter jump. This is where skiing has taught me to be creative. Now after yearsof practice and as a much more skilled skier, I am able to mix up my runs witha variety of spin rotations and directions as well as adding front and backflips. No two runs are the same and there is always something I can work onlearning and perfecting which takes both commitment and creativity. While I amgoing down the slopes, my mind is free of every worry I have ever had. It isall about progressing and trying to become better every day. When I enteredhigh school, I branched out to try to conquer another discipline of skiing. Skiracing was completely different than freestyle and taught me life lessons thatfreestyle could not. I learned how to become a better individual skier and topush myself to win races but at the same time my coaches taught me how to workas a member of a team and be a leader. I was voted the captain of our varsityski team and not only did I have to push myself to become better, but I had topush the other five members on the team to do so too. There are two first placesat every ski meet, the individual winner and the team winner. Many schoolscompete against each other and bring their best six racers. The top four timesfrom each team are added together to create the team score. It took theleadership qualities and teamwork skills that I learned from skiing to helppush my team to win our conference. Not only do these qualities help me on thehill, but off the hill in school as well. Whilesome people hate the winter months, they remain my favorite. They remind me ofthe first time I went down a hill and the commitment it took to become theskier that I am today. The qualities I have picked up from skiing have helpedbuild strong qualities that have shaped me as a person that I am very proud of.Skiing is something that I am pleased to be addicted too; and if there is aSkiers Anonymous Hotline that I am unaware of, do not bother giving me thenumber. EndFragment
 
i like it alot, especially ur closing statement, obviously the spacing is that just from copying and pasting?

it definately reminds me of me alot, my parents bought me skis when i was 18 months old and pushed me around in the back yard and ive been skiing ever since

its the one thing i never get discouraged at doing and ive never wanted to give up because theres always something new to try yknow the last few years ive rode mainly park but then last year i got my first chance to ski real powder on an actual mountain (my local hill is 270 feet or something stupid like that) and now im saving every penny i make so i can go travel and ski bigger hills and have better runs

its gotten me closer to my dad over the years because its about the only thing we ever do together, definately given me an appreciation for how important nature and the environment is, it gave me a job in a shop for a year which allowed me to buy my car, its kept me (more or less) in shape and its given me something to do instead of just finding trouble like alot of kids

its also something ill always have, if i play my cards right i can still be skiing when im an old man, and the sense of community that skiiers have is like nothing else

just a few of my ideas, didnt mean to write so much but yeah

 
if i didnt ski, i would be doing better in all other respects of life, but i doesn't work out tht way
 
skiing has dictated where I live, how I talk, what I wear, and what i spend my money on, and who I chill with. shits real
 
man I love that first line you put in about most addictions having a telephone hot line. thats fucking awesome man what a good way to start.

skiing for me has been my life and up to this point is the reason I still have yet to go to school after high school. its a life changing decision yes but its so worth it for me. skiing is just too much fun to quit it for a high paying job and a sick desk to work at. I couldnt imagine doing anything else but living from every paycheck, never having enough food, scrounging for beer money, and just living every day like its your last.
 
skiing has thought me how fun you can have on two planks, even if you ski alone or with friends.

iv also learned that everything is possible, and that i can do wathever i want to.

and yeah, its my life for shure :D
 
a lot of my friends have asked me what I would do/be with my life if i wasn't a skier. my answer to them is always "well, that's obvious: I would snowboard". skiing is more then a lifestyle - it is life.
 
Where did my post go?

wtf?

man... I wrote a lot about how skiing has almost killed me and still brought me a lot of new friends and how great it is in general... all gone now =(

anyway

karma on "A Life Altering Addiction" ;)
 
it has turned me from emo as shit to gangster as FUCK .... AHHH JEAA

...jk but that would be a good influence
 
Skiing and skating have provided me oppurtunies to live a life i love. it also threw my schooling off two year

the only thing it hasnt done is get me laid prettymuch

east coast what can you ask for
 
Its a good stress reliever. I cant focus in class. and my life wouldnt be the same without it. there would be nothing to look forward to in life
 
skiing has influenced my life in every way thats possible. i base my jobs, school, and life around skiing. skiing influenced my major choice and what im going to do for the rest of my life. nobody knows whats gonna happen 10, 20, or 40 years (if im even alive then) down the line but i do know that the only concrete thing in my life is skiing. itll always be there
 
dude that papers intro and outro were so valid(the new legit)

i saved it to my computer and hope that i get an assignment like this

it will be an easy A

+k breh
 
Skiing took over my life. If you tried to ask how it influenced it, I couldn't say because it is what I do when I live.
 
Skiing has influenced me to quit my job, not go to high school and become a ski bum living off of birthday and christmas money as well as selling clipped lift tickets. 17 and skiing 100+ days a year
 
this essay got me 2nd place in a writing competition...the theme was lines.

My heart is pumping. Synapses are firing at top speed, creating an assembly line of chemicals en route to the brain. I take in more gas; another rush of sensation causes heart palpitations. The intoxicating, chilled air around me flows into my lungs, and rushes out my nose in a brisk yet refreshing manner. The question rises: do I take the leap of faith or do I savor the moment? Calming myself, my blood pressure lowers to a somewhat manageable level, and I can think clearly once more. A gateway drug it must be, this mountain air. It’s so good, it should be illegal.

Fortunately, the snow is soft, the wind only whispers, and the temperature feels perfect against the small sections of exposed skin across my face. The group which I was supposed to follow has already headed off. I spot them waiting +at the bottom of this haven which some may call nowhere. This is somewhere to me; this very peak holds memories from childhood, when I first scaled it. Hakuna matata: There are never any worries on this mountain until the trailer picks you up to send you on your merry way back to the flame-heated creaking cabin.

Society beckons while clouds quickly consume my only source of light. My time window has been narrowed. Thus, I push forward. The tips and tails of my skis hover where trudging feet normally toil. Gravity has done its job well, now adrenaline and mental strength take over. I carefully measure out my pace: ten feet until the event horizon. Five feet. Three feet. One foot.

Takeoff. One who has not experienced the sensation of slowly turning head over heels in the air cannot understand this almost divine rush. Punching a hole in the air in front of me with my hands, I spring into a forward roll. Sky becomes snow, snow becomes sky, and all is one: enlightenment. Hours pass while the second hand stretches into a minute hand.

I hear loud cheers from below, jolting me back to reality. Stretching out my legs to absorb the impact, I focus all of my energy on falling with grace and preparing for the battle of nature vs. human. Gravity pulls me hard into the steep snowfield, straining my leg muscles and detonating pieces of the pristine landscape into my face. Goggles protect me from the harsh snow particles, but nothing matters at this point anyways. Turn after turn after smile after smile, I shimmy down the hill as if I were performing a not-quite two step dance to victory. Ladies and Gentlemen: The Eagle has landed.

There is no doubt in my mind that I am an addict, the cravings are too strong to stop. Nothing in life can compare to this feeling: the complete and pure joy, almost arrogant self-esteem, and the haze of the numerous soiled-pants scary moments that end up in exuberant high-fives and epic stories. The best part is that I can look back up after a disgustingly amazing run and see the evidence behind me: the lines in the snow that have been left, the lines in the thread of my life that I have woven in several times over. I can see my past in the snow, curing down the peak. It may disappear at times behind trees or at a spot where I have fallen, but it always ends where I am standing. I have no regrets.

 
i dont know what life would be like without it, its been a part of my life since i could ever remember, literally.
 
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