There were all sorts of things that happened to me when I was growing up, some I saw, some I heard, some I experienced, but one of the things that stood out most to me was going to the ski resort last year.
Remember that day, just to the ski resort, I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me, I cant wait to put on the ski shoes, step on the skis, take the snow fight, began to ski. At first, I struggle to move, not to slide up, next to the uncle looked at my anxious appearance, hurriedly said to me: "children, as long as you bend over, arm force a little, you can slide up." I did as my uncle said, and indeed I slipped up. I kept practicing and became more and more skillful. So, I stood on the "magic carpet", riding it to the top of the slope, standing on the top, my heart beat very fast, I took a long breath, began to downhill, halfway I fell twice, I dont want to slide again, but my mother encouraged me, said: "children, dont lose heart, you are great! Do it again!" The second time, I didnt fall. Next, I slid several more times, all successfully reached the bottom of the slope.