So down the mountain we go for the first time. I am on a big mountain skiing just like the people on television. It is not as easy as it looks on television and I fall a lot, but gliding down the mountain made me feel so independent free and proud. For a few more hours dad and I skied on the big mountain and then started the trek home. On the way home my dad and I talked about how I felt throughout the day. Dad said the first feeling before we left was anticipation about trying something new, when I saw the mountain it was fear of this giant mountain, then it was determination to learn how to ski and finally dad explained I probably felt a sense of exhilaration of conquering the big mountain and achieving my goal- to learn to ski. As a result my dad was right about my feelings but my dad is always right: he is just so smart. Well all I know is that having all those feelings about my new ski experience made me very tired and I slept the rest of the way home.
