My 9 year-old self was excited, and happy that my Dad had promised a large Hershey's bar as a reward. I slowly slid past the sign, and came up on the run. I stopped at the edge, and looked down. The moguls were large, at least 8 feet long. I watched my Dad go down the slope, and bob from side to side, and up and down like a roller coaster. I pushed off, and slid off the lip. I zigzagged through the moguls, my eyes finding the best possible route as I darted down the hill. I stopped, caught my breath, and looked up at the hill I had just conquered. Below was the end of the run, a less steep part that I knew I could ski. I skied through, and stopped next to my dad at the bottom.
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I liked how you described the moguls and the reward of the hershey's bar.
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That sounds really fun, Where was that?
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Winter Park
DeleteNice description! That was a really good slice, and made me feel like I was skiing!
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