23 July 2012
It all started last winter during Christmas vacation when my uncle decided to take me skiing in the French alps. It was an unplanned trip, arranged on the spur of the moment and completely unprecedented, but true to his tradition of living life according to spontaneous decisions, we set off. Upon arriving that evening at the chalet in the mountains, we met a man in the lounge who introduced himself as Scott Jameson an experienced climber. He was sitting comfortably in front of an open fire sipping a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Scott advised us as beginners to start off skiing on the easier green slopes closer to the foot if the mountain. Due to the reckless and daring nature of my uncle I found myself taking the ski lift to the expert level, black slopes. Standing in awe at the edge of the start, the wind took my breath away. I could see the beautiful snow-covered wilderness the view was spectacular. Looking down on the slope all around me, all I could see was a crystal white expanse of snow dotted with trees which looked like toys in the distance. I started having misgivings and felt apprehensive. However, I knew that if I gave into my doubts, I would never hear the end of it from my uncle, who had already started of down the slope. Not wanting him to feel disappointed at my lack of courage, I took a deep breath and pushed of the start line.
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