Memories

Memories   A couple of years ago, I went on an ice tubing trip with my family and another family. We drove about six hours, up to North Carolina. I remember getting to the hotel and running inside to get dressed for the cold weather. When we were all dressed and loaded into the car, we drove up a huge mountain. My ears were popping and I was slightly nauseous, but when we got there I was so excited at what I saw. There was a giant slide of snow! I saw all the other people going up there and sliding down, screaming the whole way. It looked like so much fun. I grabbed a tube and went up on a conveyor belt. When I got to the top, I looked down at the white wonderland beneath me. I jumped on the tube and sped down the mountain. I could feel the cold wind against my face. It was like nothing I had ever imagined. When the night was over, I had gone on it, at least 30 times. It was a great trip.  If I didn’t have this memory, my life wouldn’t be that different. It was great knowing about the rush, but it wouldn’t be a huge change in my life. But it did give me the feeling of anticipation and excitement. I would love to go there again.