Fear to fearless

          Fear~an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.

          I recite those words as the brisk, unwelcoming winds howl, wanting to see me flee from its territory. The frostbitten air creates a swarm of goosebumps along my skin covered with layers of winter gear. "Brr", I say as I lie down on the mountain's carpet of glistening snowflakes, too scared to stand up and face the slopes. I stay there for a while, pinching myself, in hope this is only a nightmare. I soon try to stand up. I feel as if I'm a little fawn trying to ice skate. "Whoosh!" "Scrrrreeech!" A herd of skiers race by my side, causing me to stumble. Next thing I knew, I was moving. Fast. I was lying down, knees up, and the tip of my skis towards the steep slopes. I was moving so rapidly that I couldn't make out the trees. I was terrified. My mother noticed what was going on, sped after me, and directed that I needed to turn. Not knowing which way my skis were facing, what was in front of me, or who I may hit, I put all of my weight to my left. Skidding down the steep mountain, mom snowboarded after me reaching out for my hand. Finally, I came to a stop. Minutes later, a snowmobile came from behind me. A man in a bright orange coat, no older than 25, took off my skis, placed them into his mobile, and reached out for my hand. My body was shaking. I stood, trying to keep my balance from the unleveled ground. My feet were heavy. I could hardly walk. I could've sworn those ski boots were heavier than an elephant. I made my way to his snowmobile and lifted my 13,000 pound boot over to the other side of the vehicle. I uncomfortably put my hands on his waist.

         No doubt about it, the petal was to the metal. The fear took a hold of me and my actions. I was so embarrassed. The nippy air flung my hair around. I grasped onto my scarf, worried it would fly away at the speed he was going. All at once, the worst scenarios flew through my brain. "What if he misses his turn, he wouldn't have anytime to think at the speed he is going... " "What if I get lost after he drops me off... " "What if he makes fun of me and tells everyone about it... " The whispers at the bottom of the mountain, confirmed everyone knew...