When I was about 8 I loved to ski
and I was not always the most cautious skier. I liked to go on challenging runs
a lot but my favorite part was jumps. I was always looking for bumps and jumps
to fly off and I usually didn’t pay attention to the danger. On time I was
skiing down a run when I saw a big compression jump. From a distance it didn’t
look that big so I went as fast as I could straight at it. At the lowest point
in the compression I felt like gravity was tripled because I was going way too
fast. I flew of the jump and started to soar through the air about five feet
above the ground and that is when I noticed that my skies were no longer
attacked to my feet. At the lowest point in the jump my bindings had popped open
under the pressure of the jump and that meant as soon as the ground was not
there to support the my skies drifted away. At that moment I knew it was going
to be an interesting landing because there were no skies to land on. I ended up
taking about 2 steps on the snow before I did a full face plant. Luckily the
snow was not too hard and I landed without hurting myself.
