My Favorite Mistake

The wind was screaming in my ear to go. The tips of my skis hung over the sharp icy cliff. I cautiously wedged over the top of the hill. Next thing I know I was on my way down.
As I made my turns down the hill, all thoughts floated out of my mind. I was headed done so rapidly that I thought I might fall. Suddenly a burst of energy and urge to Finish this hill of strong popped into me like a runner on a track seeing that they are going to win. I knew I could conquer this mountain.

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