When I heard we were skiing I wasn't excited. I think because I couldn't ski, but practice makes perfect. Once I learned to snow-ploy properly and stop I was more eager to go again. I felt proud that I was decent enough to be able to cross country ski. On the second day it was a bright and sunny day. I should have brought my sunglasses. Also it was very hot and I had left my bag in the bus, which would have been helpful for taking off a layer so I could cool off. This day was like the first we just skied around and I fell a ton of times. It was a cold last day of cross country skiing. I kind of enjoyed all the snow because it stopped me from going too fast, which I liked. They were some hard times where I and a few other classmates had to craw on are hands to reach the flats. It was not a smooth run but I lasted most of it without falling unlike the other two days when I just kept falling. On the last day the cause of my falls was because one of my classmates who would push me over; this same person would also fall in front of me and in this weather the only way to stop is to fall because snow-ploying would cause me to fall but in a more hurt full way. Trust me I did that and I fell face first, also my skis came from the back and hit my head. Luckily I wasn't hurt. I fell a lot when we were going down the long hill, which brought us back to where are skiing adventure had begun. As I came down the last hill there was a lot of fog I couldn't stop myself and next thing I knew I came behind a girl in my class and hugged her. At least I had stopped and no one was hurt.
