PERSONAL EXPERIENCE

Personal Experience

Personal Experience

With the context of Langston Hughes' poem, “Mother to Son”, I would like to write about a personal experience that has changed my life for good. I can still recall the first time I went downhill skiing. It was a freezing and dry November day. It hadn't been snowing much at the time, so most of the snowfall on the high grounds was that slick, jet blown, artificial-ice/pseudo-snow. Not precisely what a first timer likes to start on. My ally Michael had been endeavoring to talk me into going on a skiing trip with him and the local young man Scout troop for some time.

I hurt easily which is why my otherwise pleasant and cheery voice suddenly turns cold and distant, though my words would never imply the same. This has made me more of a loner, at least emotionally as I find it harder than ever to communicate my feelings openly. The constant fear of hurting someone back is ever prevalent and stops me from saying anything nasty in return and in the rare occasions when I do, my conscious is in a constant struggle with my mind and I end up feeling worse for saying something which could be avoided.

I was aghast at first; I had heard numerous over-exaggerated stories from persons who had asserted foul play, on the part of gravity, while skiing. So routinely I was a bit skeptical, but Michael assured me that the best way to discover was to just proceed all out and try my luck on one of the numerous intermediate slopes. At the time it had rang out sensible, so I did. I've perceived it said before; “It's easier said than done.” Whoever coined that one knew what he was conversing about. The first twosome of high grounds ...