That one day

It was a Sunday morning that day when my family and I went to Mt Buller to go skiing and snow boarding. But as the events of the day progressed it was perhaps not the best day of my life but “that one day” which I will never forget.

My family packed all our accessories needed for the trip and we headed off in the car. The first 3 hours were very tiring because there was nothing to do except view the scenery outside the car. I was excited when we arrived and anxious on how my day’s adventure would turn out.

It was a good morning, even though it was my first time, looking and touching snow. The sun was shining about in the acqua blue sky, the wind was blowing and the cold air was rushing against my face. I put on my ski clothes and went straight to the instructor to learn how to go snow boarding. He was a huge bloke with long black thick hair down to his back. He was our guide for the next 3 hours of the ...