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- Story Listed as: True Life For Kids
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Life Experience
- Published: 04/18/2014
My lost skis
Born 2001, M, from Portland Oregon, United StatesThe snow was fluttering to the ground, making a fresh white powdery layer on the rough hard ice as Jason, my dad, and I made for another run on the ski trail “Marshmallow”. My friend, Alec, surged ahead of me, as I formed a sharp left turn. While cursing down the gentle slope, I regretted having a pair of rental skis. However, this obstacle was all because of a ski theft, a thief that stole my skis yesterday.
Yesterday had started out badly. First, our skiing group had to separate because Alec was still not ready for the tougher routes. After that, we couldn’t find Alec and his dad. Finally, we returned to the lodge and rendezvoused there. It was lunch time, and I was exhausted. This resulted in a long nap. When I woke up my skis where gone.
The clock on the wall ticked with painful slowness as we waited to see if anyone had returned my skis back to the rack. Outside, an ice storm formed with bursting hail, rain and snow all over the resort. The lost and found had not reported any returned skies. I noticed the ski lifts started shutting down simultaneously, as if an electrical outlet had snapped, causing all power to shut down. This affected the café as all the workers gathered all the spare utensils and decided what was good for tomorrow. All of this happened, while the Zhang family still waited for a pair of skis to show up.
When the lodge services officially closed, I noticed a pair of rental skis laying on a ski rack which had been equivalent to mine. My mom must have also noticed this sighting, because she contacted the ski company trice and ordered them to scan the skis.
Although the man at the counter wouldn’t budge at first, my mom worked on him, and eventually his heart softened, and he scanned the skies. Surprisingly, the skies where intent on being returned today, which made the event even more confusing. Eventually, we went home with one item less than we brought: my skies. When we headed back to our rental house, we stopped at a ski shop to rent a new pair of skis so I could ski the next day.
It had been more than two days since the incident occurred, and although the rental skis worked, they were never as effective as the skis I lost. Whenever I think of that day, melancholy sets in my body. The skis had been brand new, and had fitted me perfectly. My dad had spent hours searching for skis that would fit me, and I would have my approval. We had driven to downtown to get that pair, and now they were gone. Although it was not a big deal to the ski renters, I still feel a small scar in my heart.
My lost skis(Kevin Zhang)
The snow was fluttering to the ground, making a fresh white powdery layer on the rough hard ice as Jason, my dad, and I made for another run on the ski trail “Marshmallow”. My friend, Alec, surged ahead of me, as I formed a sharp left turn. While cursing down the gentle slope, I regretted having a pair of rental skis. However, this obstacle was all because of a ski theft, a thief that stole my skis yesterday.
Yesterday had started out badly. First, our skiing group had to separate because Alec was still not ready for the tougher routes. After that, we couldn’t find Alec and his dad. Finally, we returned to the lodge and rendezvoused there. It was lunch time, and I was exhausted. This resulted in a long nap. When I woke up my skis where gone.
The clock on the wall ticked with painful slowness as we waited to see if anyone had returned my skis back to the rack. Outside, an ice storm formed with bursting hail, rain and snow all over the resort. The lost and found had not reported any returned skies. I noticed the ski lifts started shutting down simultaneously, as if an electrical outlet had snapped, causing all power to shut down. This affected the café as all the workers gathered all the spare utensils and decided what was good for tomorrow. All of this happened, while the Zhang family still waited for a pair of skis to show up.
When the lodge services officially closed, I noticed a pair of rental skis laying on a ski rack which had been equivalent to mine. My mom must have also noticed this sighting, because she contacted the ski company trice and ordered them to scan the skis.
Although the man at the counter wouldn’t budge at first, my mom worked on him, and eventually his heart softened, and he scanned the skies. Surprisingly, the skies where intent on being returned today, which made the event even more confusing. Eventually, we went home with one item less than we brought: my skies. When we headed back to our rental house, we stopped at a ski shop to rent a new pair of skis so I could ski the next day.
It had been more than two days since the incident occurred, and although the rental skis worked, they were never as effective as the skis I lost. Whenever I think of that day, melancholy sets in my body. The skis had been brand new, and had fitted me perfectly. My dad had spent hours searching for skis that would fit me, and I would have my approval. We had driven to downtown to get that pair, and now they were gone. Although it was not a big deal to the ski renters, I still feel a small scar in my heart.
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