Hello everybody here is my speech about listening to adults...
It was my last day skiing at Turoa ski field. Me and my friends were going to ski down the track called "The Boneyard".
It was not only the name that made me not want to do this track but also that we were in the middle of a blizzard.
As we sat in the lift trying to keep warm and not drop our ski poles I tried to look down the steep and long, winding track that went all the way back to the speck in the distance that was the car park, but found it was impossible because of the falling snow. Soon we got out of the lift and skied around the side of the building. Then I was looking down the steep track. I just wanted to get into the cafe and fill my stomach with delicious hot chocolate. So, I decided to make this run quick.
Earlier that morning, before we set out, Dad showed me the Snow Responsibility Code and rule number one was "Stay in control at all times, know your ability, start easy, be able to stop and avoid other people."
Before we started, Mum and Dad insisted I have a ski lesson but I thought that they were a waste of time and didn't teach you anything but they still made me do it. We spent one hour and 50 minutes turning left and right, left and right, following the instructor down a miniature hill, then back up on the poma. Every time we got to the top he would tell us that if we turned it would slow us down. I was relieved when the lesson was finally over.
So, back at the top of the boneyard, we were looking down the mountain trying to see where the walls and cliffs were when Dad reminded us that we had to turn. I was getting sick of every adult I knew telling me to turn, so I went straight down.
Soon I went past a huge fluoro orange 'slow' sign. That was when I realised I should start turning. When I turned in one direction I found I couldn't turn back in the other direction because I was going too fast. I went past Dad quicker than you can say:
"Good bye cruel world",
so instead I settled for screaming my head off.
I slammed straight into a wall of hard snow. Skis and poles went in all directions and what little breath I had squished out of my lungs like a deflated balloon. I thrashed around in the snow forcing air back into my lungs. Dad helped me up and we fetched my skis and poles which were half way down the hill.
We skied down the rest of the way and stumbled through the doors of the cafe. We were met by gusts of warm air and the delicious smell of hot chocolates. As I sat talking to my friends about my epic crash, through chattering teeth, I thought about how stupid I'd been not listening to the adults.
Luckily it was Dad with me, not Mum. Otherwise, if the crash hadn't killed me, then she most certainly would have!
Zak
P.S: This speech is not all true.=)
